"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."
We are all prisoners of our own memories.
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
【译文】君子成全别人的好事,不帮助别人做成坏事。小人与此相反。