It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

The human soul is a labyrinth, full of twists and turns, and we are all trying to find our way out.

Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.

The white cube is not neutral - it carries its own cultural baggage.

"I think of painting as a kind of silent music."

真正的奢华是功能性与艺术性变得无法区分的时候。

Here's an insight that I've had about success: You can't be successful at everything. We hear a lot of talk about work-life balance. Nonsense. You can't have it all. You can't. So any vision of success has to admit what it's losing out on, where the element of loss is. And I think any wise life will accept, as I say, that there is going to be an element where we're not succeeding.