All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another.

The soul of a poet is like a mirror that reflects the beauty of the world.

绘画是一种道德行为。

本来该称赞的，却不称赞；不该称赞的，却高调唱着赞歌，这种人不会有仁爱之心。

文学永远是一场通往真理的远征。

记忆是个奇怪的东西。它并不像我以为的那样运作。我们的构造如此愚蠢，以至于我们携着最早的记忆走过一生，还以为它们是最新近的。