The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
译文:期待有一天能在高远之处实现志向,然后坦然从容地前行。
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.