The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

今天我们种下的每一棵树都是留给未来的遗产。

我也没有像鸟禽一般地歌唱，我只静静地微笑，笑我自己幸福无涯。

The truth is rarely simple, and never whole.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

唯一真正的智慧在于知道自己一无所知。

我不想成为下一个谁。我想成为第一个我自己。