时间是小偷,但记忆是说谎者。
译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
Life is too short to be anything but happy
Memory is a battlefield where truth and myth collide.
Your best job will be one that you were unqualified for because it stretches you. In fact only apply to jobs you are unqualified for.