The work of art is a trace of the invisible.

In the end, all we have are stories, and the hope that they might mean something to someone.

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer."

我不是过去，我是未来。

【原文】司马牛忧曰：“人皆有兄弟，我独亡。”子夏曰：“商闻之矣：‘死生有命，富贵在天’。君子敬而无失，与人恭而有礼。四海之内，皆兄弟也。君子何患乎无兄弟也?”【译文】司马牛忧伤地说：“别人都有兄弟，唯独我没有。”子夏说：“我听说过：‘死生命中注定，富贵由天安排。’君子(只要)敬业而不犯错误，对人恭敬而有礼貌。四海之内都是兄弟呀。君子担心什么没有兄弟呢?”

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.