Syllables govern the world.
It is only shallow peoplewho require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself, can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
I'm a work in progress. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying every day to be better.
Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.
我不是悲观主义者。我是一个受过现实主义训练的乐观主义者。
The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?