贫贱时,对富贵漠然置之,他日得志一定不自矜;富贵之时,心中不忘贫贱之日,即便失却富贵心中也必无怪怨。
You don’t have to be perfect, just be real.
Thought's infidelity lies in its privacy. 'If there is something that you cannot say to me,' asks the lover, 'things that you must think alone, then can you really be trusted?'