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f I Rest,I Rust
The significant inscription(题词，铭文) 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(勤勉的) 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, agriculture---every 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 become 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 become a famous astronomer.
Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant, spasmodic(痉挛的),or ill-directed labor; but faithful, unremitting, daily effort toward a well-directed purpose. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind.
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees.
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep spring of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.
This often exits in a man of 60, more than a boy of 20.
nobody grows old merely by the number of years; we grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders,
the unfailing appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station;
so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from infinite,
so long as you are young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
then you've grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up,
to catch waves of optimism, there's hope you may die young at 80.
ong Walk to Freedom
Then I slowly saw that not only was I not free, but my brothers and sisters were not free. I sawthat it was not just my freedom that was curtailed, but the freedom of everyone who looked likeI did. That is when I joined the African National Congress, and that is when the hunger for myown freedom became the greater hunger for the freedom of my people. The chains on any oneof my people were the chains on all of them, the chains on all of my people were the chains onme. It was during these long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my peoplebecame a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knewanything that the oppressor much be liberated just as surely as the oppressed.
When I walked out of prison, that was my mission, to liberate the oppressed and theoppressor both. Some say that has now been achieved. But I know that that is not the case.The truth is that we are not yet free; we have merely achieved the freedom to be free, theright not to be oppressed. We have not taken the final step of our journey, but the first stepon a longer and even more difficult road. I have walked that long road to freedom. I have triednot to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that afterclimbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken amoment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back onthe distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comeresponsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.