He said that the world was made for men to fight in and that the worth of a thing was the worth of the fight for it.
他试图称量自己的灵魂，看看它是否是诗人的灵魂。
She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.
除非我们愿意为之而死，否则我们不能确定有值得为之而活的东西。