【正文】 第二十五篇：Mirror, MirrorWhat do I see鏡子,鏡子,告訴我 第二十一篇：The Love of Beauty 愛美 第十七篇：Human Life a Poem 人生如詩 第十三篇：Be Happy 快樂 第九篇：On Meeting the Celebrated 論見名人 第五篇：Ambition 抱負 第一篇：Youth 青春 第二篇： Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如給我三天光明（節(jié)選） 第六篇：What I have Lived for 我為何而生 第十篇：The 50Percent Theory of Life 生活理論半對半 第十四篇：The Goodness of life 生命的美好 第十八篇：Solitude 獨處 第二十二篇：The Happy Door 快樂之門 第二十六篇：On Motes and Beams 微塵與棟梁 第三十篇：First Inaugural Address(Excerpts) 就職演講（節(jié)選）  it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions。第二篇： Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如給我三天光明（節(jié)選） Three Days to SeeAll of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year, sometimes as short as 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings, what regrets?Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness, vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to e. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry”. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He bees more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight。 and one should always live in the best pany, whether it be of books or of men.A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of panions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness。 they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did。第四篇：If I Rest,I Rust 如果我休息，我就會生銹 If I Rest, I RustThe significant inscription found on an old key“If I rest, I rust”would be an excellent motto for those who are afflicted with the slightest bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it with advantage to serve as a reminder that, if one allows his faculties to rest, like the iron in the unused key, they will soon show signs of rust and, ultimately, cannot do the work required of them.Those who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant use, so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge, the gate that guard the entrances to the professions, to science, art, literature, agricultureevery department of human endeavor.Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement. If Hugh Miller, after toiling all day in a quarry, had devoted his evenings to rest and recreation, he would never have bee a famous geologist. The celebrated mathematician, Edmund Stone, would never have published a mathematical dictionary, never have found the key to science of mathematics, if he had given his spare moments to idleness, had the little Scotch lad, Ferguson, allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads, he would never have bee a famous astronomer.Labor vanquishes allnot inconstant, spasmodic, or illdirected labor。 and that the true myth is that the actions of men and women are useless. To believe otherwise is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is, in its implications, to remove all motives for petence, interest in attainment, and regard for posterity.We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die。And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving。第八篇：The Road to Success 成功之道 The Road to SuccessIt is well that young men sh