The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
我不害怕失败,我害怕不去尝试。
The act of writing is an act of optimism. You wouldn't take the trouble to do it if you felt it didn't matter.