The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
世界所有前进的动力都归功于不安分的人。快乐的人不可避免地把自己限制在古老的界限内。
I don’t believe in luck. I believe in hard work.
有些伤口永远不会愈合，它们只是不再流血。
The only real prison is the one inside your head.
The past is never truly gone; it lives in us, shaping who we are.
有创造力的成年人就是幸存下来的孩子。