色彩是我整日的癡迷、快樂(lè)和折磨。
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.
We don't own the landscape—we borrow it from future generations.
The more you love yourself, the less nonsense you'll tolerate.