The story of my upbringing is the story of how a half-baked Indian is made.

The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

朋友来了又走，冠军旗帜永不朽。

灵魂被放置在身体里，就像一颗粗糙的钻石，必须经过打磨，否则它的光泽永远不会显现。

实现不可能的唯一方法是相信它是可能的。