Tragic art, as it developed in the theaters of ancient Greece, in the fifth century B.C., was essentially an art form devoted to tracing how people fail, and also according them a level of sympathy, which ordinary life would not necessarily accord them. A few years ago, I was thinking about this, and I went to "The Sunday Sport," a tabloid newspaper I don't recommend you start reading if you're not familiar with it already.

DNA是用生命语言写就的终极史书。

不偏不倚叫做中，不改变叫做庸。中是天下正确的道路，庸是天下不变的法则。

我不觉得有义务相信，那位赋予我们感官、理性和智力的上帝，会希望我们放弃使用它们。

谁知旧日情，斯人知太深。绵绵长怀恨，尽在不言中。

In business, if you're not moving forward, you're falling behind.

I would argue that passion is more important than brainpower.