What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, 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?
—Willa Cather
什么是艺术，只是努力制造一个鞘，一个霉菌，在那一刻禁锢着一个闪闪发光、难以捉摸的元素，那就是生命本身的生命，匆匆掠过我们，奔驰而去，太强而无法停止，太甜蜜而无法消逝？
-薇拉·凯瑟W．（谷歌翻译仅供参考）