Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
There is no limit on better. Talent is distributed unfairly, but there is no limit on how much we can improve what we start with.
法国人终其一生都在抱怨所有的事。