A man journeys alone through life, bearing stains and sins, drinking bitter wine, seeking his own path.
人独自行过生命，蒙受玷污，承担罪过，痛饮苦酒，寻觅出路。
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.
我不在乎留下什么遗产。我不在乎是否被人铭记。
I'm not a saint, I'm not a sinner, I'm just a man who's made mistakes.
Swim upstream. Go the other way. Ignore the conventional wisdom.
生活若无波折险阻，就会过于平淡无奇。
Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was.