"The future is always a whirring blur, a possibility, not a place."
释义:野花虽然没有人专门去种,但每年都会自然生长;而烦恼虽然没有实质的根源,但却每天都在滋生。
他这种聪明,别人能做到,而这种愚傻,别人便难以做到了。
Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.