The only limits that exist are the ones you place on yourself.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 

在贝鲁特的迷宫中，我们既找到了过去，也找到了未来。

真正的监狱不是由铁条制成的，而是由恐惧制成的。