世界向前发展的动力来自于那些不安分的人。快乐的人必然将自己限制在古老的界限内。
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
The cowards never started and the weak died along the way. That leaves us.
Quality is not a assurance; it is a proof.
我被抒情诗、短诗所吸引，在那里每一个词都必须精确。
