I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.

Survival can be summed up in three words – never give up. That’s the heart of it really. Just keep trying.

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.

我不是人类，我是机器人。