What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
什么是艺术?不过是一种模子，可以把生命本身这一闪光而又难以捉摸的元素暂时囚禁起来——生命从我们身边匆匆而过，又匆匆而去，太强烈而不能停止，太甜蜜而不能失去。
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