Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.
世界上充满了神奇的事物,耐心地等待着我们的感官变得更加敏锐。
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
过去总是与我们同在,因为它滋养着现在。
The first fruit of this imagination - and the first lesson of the social science that embodies it - is the idea that the individual can understand his own experience and gauge his own fate only by locating himself within his period, that he can know his own chances in life only by becoming aware of those of all individuals in his circumstances.