In a calm sea every man is a pilot.
But all sunshine without shade, all pleasure without pain, is not life at all.Take the lot of the happiest - it is a tangled yarn.Bereavements and blessings,one following another, make us sad and blessed by turns. Even death itself makes life more loving. Men come closest to their true selves in the sober moments of life, under the shadows of sorrow and loss.
In the affairs of life or of business, it is not intellect that tells so much as character, not brains so much as heart, not genius so much as self-control, patience, and discipline, regulated by judgment.
I have always believed that the man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without. In an age of extravagance and waste, I wish I could show to the world how few the real wants of humanity are.
To regret one's errors to the point of not repeating them is true repentance.There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self.
In the eternal universe, every human being has a one-off chance to live --his existence is unique and irretrievable, for the mold with which he was made, as Rousseau said, was broken by God immediately afterwards.
Fame, wealth and knowledge are merely worldly possessions that are within the reach of anybody striving for them. But your experience of and feelings about life are your own and not to be shared. No one can live your life over again after your death. A full awareness of this will point out to you that the most important thing in your existence is your distinctive individuality or something special of yours. What really counts is not your worldly success but your peculiar insight into the meaning of life and your commitment to it, which add luster to your personality.
名声、财产、知识等等是身外之物，人人都可求而得之，但没有人能够代替你感受 人生。你死之后，没有人能够代替你再活一次。如果你真正意识到了这一点，你就会明 白，活在世上，最重要的事就是活出你自己的特色和滋味来。你的人生是否有意义，衡 量的标准不是外在的成功，而是你对人生意义的独特领悟和坚守，从而使你的自我闪放 出个性的光华。
It is not easy to be what one really is. There is many a person in the world who can be identified as anything either his job, his status or his social role that shows no trace about his individuality. It does do him justice to say that he has no identity of his own, if he doesn't know his own mind and all his things are either arranged by others or done on others' sugg estions; if his life, always occupied by external things, is completely void of an inner world. You won't be able to find anything whatever, from head to heart, that truly belongs to him. He is, indeed, no more than a shadow cast by somebody else or a machine capable of doing business.
真正成为自己不是一件容易的事。世上有许多人，你说他是什么都行，例如是一种 职业，一个身份，一个角色，惟独不是他自己。如果一个人总是按别人的意见生活，没 有自己的独立思索，总是为外在事务忙碌，没有自己的内心生活，那么，说他不是他自 己就一点儿也没有冤枉他。因为确确实实，从他的头脑到他的心灵，你在其中已经找不 到丝毫真正属于他自己的东西了，他只是别人的一个影子或一架办事的机器罢了。