Regret is the poison we drink hoping someone else will die.
后悔是我们喝下的毒药，却希望别人会死。
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing,
"The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion."
The poet's mission is to illuminate the darkness.
我们在童年时读的书是塑造我们灵魂的书。