He not busy being born is busy dying.
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
一个人能做的最好的事情就是帮助另一个人知道更多。
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.