The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies.

译文：锦官城里每日音乐声轻柔悠扬，一半随着江风飘去，一半飘入了云端。这样的乐曲只应该天上有，人间里哪能听见几回?

I don’t let failure define me, I let it refine me.