孔子说：“颜回真贤德！一篮饭，一瓢水，在陋巷，人人都愁闷，他却乐在其中。颜回真贤德！

Reading good literature is the best way to learn to be free.

Tragic art, as it developed in the theaters of ancient Greece, in the fifth century B.C., was essentially an art form devoted to tracing how people fail, and also according them a level of sympathy, which ordinary life would not necessarily accord them. A few years ago, I was thinking about this, and I went to "The Sunday Sport," a tabloid newspaper I don't recommend you start reading if you're not familiar with it already.