生活是一部没有作者的小说。
If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.
人类无法长期生活在空虚状态中:如果他不是朝着某个方向成长,他不仅会停滞不前,被压抑的潜能会变成病态和绝望,最终转化为破坏性行为。
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?