The past is not dead. It is not even past.

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-trust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.

音乐是我的生活，我的生活是音乐。

"The key to making money in the markets is not to be right all the time, but to be right more often than you are wrong."

没有什么药物能治愈快乐无法治愈的东西。