The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
Do you believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?
世界是一本书，不旅行的人只读了一页。
善于教导的人必须遇到善于学习的人，才能使教育的效果更大。