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Life is full of confusing and disordering Particular time, a particular location, Do the arranged thing of ten million time in the brain, Step by step , the life is hard to avoid delicacy and stiffness No enthusiasm forever, No unexpected happening of surprising and pleasing So, only silently ask myself in mind Next happiness, when will come?

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what---at last---I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would probably be a kinder world: with out demands, without abrasions, without disappointments. People would have time for reflection. Such work as they did would not be for themselves but for the collectivity. Competition would never enter in. conflict would be eliminated, tension become a thing of the past. The stress of creation would be at an end. Art would no longer be troubling, but purely celebratory in its functions. Longevity would be increased, for fewer people would die of heart attack or stroke caused by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety would be extinct. Time would stretch on and on, with ambition long departed from the human heart. Ah, how unrelieved boring life would be! There is a strong view that holds that success is a myth, and ambition therefore a sham. Does this mean that success does not really exist? That achievement is at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significance alongside the force of movements and events now not all success, obviously, is worth esteeming, nor all ambition worth cultivating. Which are and which are not is something one soon enough learns on one’s own. But even the most cynical secretly admit that success exists; that achievement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions of men and women are useless. To believe otherwise is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is, in its implications, to remove all motives for competence, interest in attainment, and regard for posterity. We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death. But within all this realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we shall live: courageously or in cowardice, honorably or dishonorably, with purpose or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refuse to do. But no matter how indifferent the universe may be to our choices and decisions, these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choose. And as we decide and choose, so are our lives formed. In the end, forming our own destiny is what ambition is about.

The significant inion found on an old key---“If I rest, I rust”---would be an excellent motto for those who are afflicted with the slightest bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it with advantage to serve as a reminder that, if one allows his faculties to rest, like the iron in the unused key, they will soon show signs of rust and, ultimately, cannot do the work required of them. Those who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant use, so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge, the gate that guard the entrances to the professions, to science, art, literature, agriculture---every department of human endeavor. Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement. If Hugh Miller, after toiling all day in a quarry, had devoted his evenings to rest and recreation, he would never have become a famous geologist. The celebrated mathematician, Edmund Stone, would never have published a mathematical dictionary, never have found the key to science of mathematics, if he had given his spare moments to idleness, had the little Scotch lad, Ferguson, allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads, he would never have become a famous astronomer. Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant, spasmodic, or ill-directed labor; but faithful, unremitting, daily effort toward a well-directed purpose. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success.

world affairs are so: when you try to pursue, it is like like butterfly wings to fly far; When you concentrate, unexpected harvest has been quietly to your side!

healthy is beautiful, the right is the best, often new is charming, ordinary is great, the tough is longer, the real is eternal.

touched often occur in a moment: a look may let you recollecting I; A funding may let you move a life; A wish may let you warm I; A little tolerance may let you appreciate a lifetime.

there is a clear mind than a clever mind the more important; There is a good habit than there is a proficient skills more practical; Has a youthful vitality than have a pair of sound more powerful arms; Have a courage and daring than a door more strong knowledge.

life is a book. Some write well and some write mediocrity; Some write honest, some write frivolous; Some write grand, some write mean; Some writes smooth, with some write twists; Some glorious, some left regret; Some think, some only leave blank!

some people, no matter DuoDa age, are young forever; Some people whether it is, but still waters and shame; Some people whether it is rich, but a poor simple; Some people, no matter be a universal genius, but still was referring contemptuously stride forward; Some people, no matter how humble yourself a wonder, but always motherland!

the most beautiful may not be the most lovely, the most lovely is the most beautiful; The best is not necessarily the most appropriate; The most appropriate is the best; The highest big may not be the most respected, the most respected is the tallest; The most beautiful may not be the most beautiful, the most beautiful is the most beautiful.

the work when enjoy, you will do our best to; When the life fun, you will with confidence; The reading when grow, you will be hard work; The dedication when happy, you're generous help others.

life need game, but not a life; game The life needs and dance, but does not need to lead a happy-go-lucky life; The life needs art, but can't speculative; It takes courage to live, but can't reckless foolhardy; The life needs repeating, but can't repeat.

A man cant ride your back unless it is bent.

Living without an aim is like sailing without a compass.

Difficult circumstances serve as a textbook of life for people.

Theres only one corner of the universe you can be sure of improving, and thats your own self.

All things in their being are good for something.

The shortest way to do many things is to only one thing at a time.

Only they who fulfill their duties in everyday matters will fulfill them on great occasions.

A mans best friends are his ten fingers.

The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart.

Albert Einstein: Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

Live beautifully, dream passionately, love completely.

My love is like the grasses Hidden in the deep mountains. Though its abundance increase, There is none that knows.