Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 

I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.

仅仅因为我输了，并不意味着我迷失了。

在有地位的人面前不要诉说自己的卑贱，否则他会认为在要求他推荐。在富有的人面前不要说自己的贫困，否则他会认为在求他可怜。