I don’t fear losing. I fear not giving my best.
问题是,我们是否乐于假设我们的孙子孙女可能永远无法在大象的图片书之外看到大象?
The true poem is written not with ink but with blood.
Every day is a new opportunity to grow and learn.
人们总是认为他们会写一本书。他们认为他们会写一本书,然后他们没有。
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.