I’m patient with stupidity but not with

those who are proud of it. (Edith Sitwell)

 

我可以接受愚蠢，但却无法容忍那些骄傲自大的蠢人。（伊迪斯·西特维尔）

A contented mind is the greatest blessing a

man can enjoy in this world. (Joseph Addison)

 

知足是人生在世最大的幸事。（约瑟夫·爱迪生）

O Solitude!

John Keats

 

O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,

Let it not be among the jumbled heap

Of murky buildings; climb with me the

steep,-

Nature’s observatory - whence the dell,

Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal

swell,

May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep

‘Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the

deer’s swift leap

Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove

bell.

But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes

with thee,

Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,

Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,

Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be

Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,

When

to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

My

Own True Family

Ted Hughes

 

Once I

crept in an oakwood — I was looking for a stag .

I met an

old woman there — all knobbly stick and rag.

She

said: "I have your secret here inside my little bag."

 

Then she

began to cackle and I began to quake .

She

opened up her little bag and I came twice awake —

Surrounded

by a staring tribe and me tied to a stake.

 

They

said: "We are the oak-trees and your own true family.

We are

chopped down, we are torn up, you do not blink an eye.

Unless

you make a promise now — now you are going to die.

 

Whenever

you see an oak-tree felled, swear now you will plant two.

Unless

you swear the black oak bark will wrinkle over you

And root

you among the oaks where you were born but never grew."

 

This was

my dream beneath the boughs, the dream that altered me.

When I

came out of the oakwood, back to human company,

My

walk was the walk of a human child, but my heart was a tree.

拉尔夫·沃尔多·爱默生（Ralph Waldo Emerson，1803年5月25日－1882年4月27日），生于波士顿。美国思想家、文学家，诗人。爱默生是确立美国文化精神的代表人物。美国前总统林肯称他为美国的孔子、美国文明之父。1836年出版处女作《论自然》。他文学上的贡献主要在散文和诗歌上。1882年4月27日在波士顿逝世。

幸福是什么？幸福之路又在哪里？这样一个简单的问题，对于不同的人来说，答案却不尽相同。当我们在勤于学业、劳于工作、忙于琐事之余，找一个静静的角落，用心思考一下，我们真的幸福了吗？我们真的是走在通向幸福的道路上吗？

You have to believe in yourself. That’s the

secret of success. (Charles Chaplin)

 

人必须有自信，这是成功的秘密。（卓别林）

Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination. (Roy M. Goodman)  要记住，快乐是旅行的一种方式，而不是目的地。（罗伊•古德曼）

Digging

Seamus Heaney

Between

my finger and my thumb

The

squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

 

Under my

window, a clean rasping sound

When the

spade sinks into gravelly ground:

My

father, digging. I look down

 

Till his

straining rump among the flowerbeds

Bends

low, comes up twenty years away

Stooping

in rhythm through potato drills

Where he

was digging.

 

The

coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

Against

the inside knee was levered firmly.

He

rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

To

scatter new potatoes that we picked

Loving

their cool hardness in our hands.

 

By God,

the old man could handle a spade.

Just

like his old man.

My

grandfather cut more turf in a day

Than any

other man on Toner's bog.

Once I

carried him milk in a bottle

Corked

sloppily with paper. He straightened up

To drink

it, then fell to right away

Nicking

and slicing neatly, heaving sods

Over his

shoulder, going down and down

For the

good turf. Digging.

 

The cold

smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

Of soggy

peat, the curt cuts of an edge

Through

living roots awaken in my head.

But I've

no spade to follow men like them.

 

Between

my finger and my thumb

The

squat pen rests.

I'll dig

with it.

Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to

work terribly for them. (Chaim Weizmann)

 

奇迹有时候是会发生的，但是你得为之拼命去努力。(魏茨曼)