The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial.
I don't care what you think about me, I don't think about you at all.
Art is my way of understanding the world.
诗人是个伪装者。他伪装得如此彻底,以至于假装成他真正感受到的痛苦。
Without passion, there might be no error, but without passion, there would certainly be no greatness.
我对自己是谁和做什么感到自在。我知道自己能带来什么。