译文：郁孤台下这赣江的流水，水中不知包含了多少乱世中行人的眼泪。我向西北眺望故都长安，可惜无数青山层层叠叠，遮住了我的视线。

If you're not failing occasionally, you're not pushing hard enough.

To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then and then only, does it come into existence.

The best solutions often come from listening—to the ocean, to the fish, and to the communities that depend on them.