Painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
爱不是一种职业，它是一种状态。
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.
The first fruit of this imagination - and the first lesson of the social science that embodies it - is the idea that the individual can understand his own experience and gauge his own fate only by locating himself within his period, that he can know his own chances in life only by becoming aware of those of all individuals in his circumstances.