The blank canvas is not empty—it's full of possibilities waiting to be realized.

The true is the whole.

我在床上开始了一场革命

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麼可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。

We don’t inherit the ocean from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.

无法摆脱自己的自由。

Don’t wait for opportunities—create them.

Your brain is like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it gets.