Moon and Sixpence《月亮和六便士》经典语句点评
Art is a manifestation of emotion, and emotion speaks a language that all may understand.
The moral I draw is that the writer should speak his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.
Man falls into the water it doesn’t matter how he swims, well or badly: he’s got to get out or else he’ll drown.
I did not realise how motley are the qualities that go to make up a human being. Now I am well aware that pettiness and grandeur, malice and charity, hatred and love, can find place side by side in the same human heart.
Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul.
It seems to me that when vanity comes into love it can only be because really you love yourself best.
The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.
A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, he said,
“but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.
Unconsciously, perhaps, we treasure the power we have over people by their regard for our opinion of them, and we hate those upon whom we have no such influence. I suppose it is the bitterest wound to human pride.
The moral I draw is that the writer should speak his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.
Man falls into the water it doesn’t matter how he swims, well or badly: he’s got to get out or else he’ll drown.
I did not realise how motley are the qualities that go to make up a human being. Now I am well aware that pettiness and grandeur, malice and charity, hatred and love, can find place side by side in the same human heart.
Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul.
It seems to me that when vanity comes into love it can only be because really you love yourself best.
The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.
A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, he said,
“but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.
Unconsciously, perhaps, we treasure the power we have over people by their regard for our opinion of them, and we hate those upon whom we have no such influence. I suppose it is the bitterest wound to human pride.
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