We hold ourselves back in ways both big and small, by lacking self-confidence, by not raising our hands, and by pulling back when we should be leaning in.
The division of labour， so far as it can be introduced， occasions， in every art， a proportionable increase of the productive powers of labour.
大脑是一台神奇的织布机，数百万闪烁的梭子编织着不断消解的模式。
The past is a shadow, always following, but never catching up.