What we know of others is our personal secret.
An artist would not rise above the mediocrity if he condemns it.
The brooding is better than the joy because even if the heart fills with happiness, it still mourns.
Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.
Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.
Everyone has their own personality, its own character, and if he respects that, everything would finally fall over for good only.