We are all exiles from someplace, even if it's from our own childhood.

The truth is that we are all alone in the world.

You have to be passionate about what you do; otherwise, you will never excel.

译文：西风落日下野草斑驳，秋日天空云淡风轻，一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子，又骑着马登上了太行山。

成功不是成为最好的，而是比昨天的自己更好。