I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.

I like to make beautiful things about difficult subjects.

A team's ceiling is often determined by the leader's cognitive boundaries.

Grief is love's shadow.

Retire into yourself and ask yourself this question: Must I write？ If the answer is yes， then you must keep writing.

我不是解放者。解放者不存在。人民自己解放自己。

Sustainability isn't an option; it's a responsibility we owe to future generations.

大海记得陆地遗忘的东西。