The self grows through dialogue with others and with the world.
The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
或許有一天你鼓起勇氣，把心中的一切和盤(pán)托出，結(jié)果只落得讓別人看笑話，因?yàn)樗麄儔焊鶅翰欢阍谡f(shuō)什么，也不知道你為什么覺(jué)得事情那么重要，說(shuō)著說(shuō)著，幾乎要哭了出來(lái)。我想普天下最糟的事，莫過(guò)于懷著滿腔心事與秘密，卻非無(wú)人可訴，而是沒(méi)有人聽(tīng)得懂！
You can only find out what you actually believe (rather than what you think you believe) by watching how you act. You simply don’t know what you believe, before that. You are too complex to understand yourself.
It's all about trying to make sense of the chaos of life.