There are two kinds of clocks. There is the clock that is always wrong, and that knows it is wrong, and glories in it; and there is the clock that is always right—except when you rely upon it, and then it is more wrong than you would think a clock could be in a civilized country. I remember a clock of this latter type, that we had in the house when I was a boy, routing us all up at three o'clock one winter's morning.
The Cost of Kindness（善良的代价） 立即阅读
"Kindness," argued little Mrs. Pennycoop, "costs nothing." "And, speaking generally, my dear, is valued precisely at cost price," retorted Mr. Pennycoop, who, as an auctioneer of twenty years' experience, had enjoyed much opportunity of testing the attitude of the public towards sentiment. "I don't care what you say, George," persisted his wife; "he may be a disagreeable, cantankerous old brute—I don't say he isn't. All the same, the man is going away, and we may never see him again."
Add luster to your personality（让个性大放异彩） 立即阅读
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.
Do something for yourself（做你自己） 立即阅读
As a little boy, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday aftemoons at my grandfather's farm in western Pennsylvania. Surrounded by miles of winding stonewalls, the house and barn provided endless hours of fun for a city kid like me. I was used to parlors neat as a pin that seemed to whisper, "Not to be touched!"
If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and "pray the lord , your soul to keep". If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss you, and call you back for more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise. I would video tape each action and word , so I could play them back day after day.
Today before you think of saying an unkind word, Think of someone who can't speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food, Think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife, Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life, Think of someone who went too early to heaven.
We are on ajourney（我们在旅途中） 立即阅读
Wherever you are, and whoever you may be, there is one thing in which you and I are just alike at this monment, and in all the moments of our existence. We are not at rest, we are on a journey. Our life is a movement, a tendency, a steady, and ceaseless progress towards an unseen goal.
The wisdom of life（人生大智慧） 立即阅读
I’ve learned that sometimes all a person need is a hand to hold and a heart to understand. I’ve learned that the Lord didn’t do it all in one day .What makes me think I can? I’ve learned that love, not time, heals all wounds. I’ve learned that every one you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of city skylines and village halls.
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: "A man comes into this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is open."