"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."

If you’re not moving forward, you’re falling behind.

The reality is: sometimes you lose. And you're never too good to lose. You're never too big to lose. You're never too smart to lose. It happens.

The stream of thought is a stream of life-preserving adjustments.

写作是一种见证的方式。