The true subject of a painting is the painting itself.
熄灭了吧,熄灭了吧,短促的烛光!人生不过是一个行走的影子,一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人,登场片刻,就在无声无臭中悄然退下;它是一个愚人所讲的故事,充满着喧哗和骚动,却找不到一点意义。
"Language is the bridge between the soul and the world, and literature is the art of crossing that bridge."
The sky is the limit, and you know that.