The mind is an instrument of survival before it is an instrument of thought.
The act of reading is an act of empathy.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.
The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.
我不考虑年龄。我考虑的是精神。我考虑的是内心的感受。
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
If oxen and horses and lions had hands and could paint with their hands and produce works of art as men do, horses would paint the forms of the gods like horses, and oxen like oxen, and they would make their bodies in accordance with the form that each species itself possesses.