我不数我的仰卧起坐。只有当它开始疼的时候，我才开始数。

Language is the house of being. In its home man dwells. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.

【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：‘死生有命，富贵在天’。君子敬业而不犯错误，对人恭敬而有礼。四海之内，皆兄弟。君子担心什么没有兄弟？”

如果人们有时不做愚蠢的事情，就不会有聪明的事情发生。

Hope is a powerful motivator, but it must be paired with action to be effective.

The role of the artist is to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.

若我遇你，经年之后，我该如何贺你，以眼泪，以沉默。