、　　　在岁月中跋涉，每个人都有自己的故事，看淡心境才会秀丽，看开心情才会明媚。累时歇一歇，随清风漫舞，烦时静一静，与花草凝眸，急时缓一缓，和自己微笑。

　　有些事，实在办不到，就算了吧，千万别为难自己。忍一忍风平浪静退一步海阔天空。好脾气是一个人在社交中所能穿着的**服饰。宽容是人与人相互理解和信任的桥梁。乐观的心态来自宽容，来自大度，来自善解人意，来自与世无争。

　　受伤或不受伤是受你自己选择的，你决定不受伤，那么谁也伤害不了你。

　　无论如何，路要自己走，苦要自己吃，任何人无法给予全部依赖。读万卷书，不如行万里路。行万里路，不如阅人无数。阅人无数，不如名师指路。名师指路，也要自己去悟。我们自己是一切的主宰，自觉才能觉他，就让我们走自己的路，让别人去说吧。

　　时间是小偷他来是悄无声息，走后损失惨重，机会也是如此。

　　如果不能耐心的等待成功的到来，那么只能用耐心去等待一生的失败。

　　逃避的不一定躲的过，面对的不一定**难过，孤单的不一定不快乐，得到的不一定能长久，失去的不一定不再拥有。你可能因为某个理由而伤心难过，但你却能找个理由让自己快乐。人越往上走，心应该越能往下沉，心里踏实了，脚下的路才能走得安稳。
ll denominations — afforded shelter; and Bagnolo repaid the service by offering to rebuild the decaying half-timbered house of Penarrow. Having taken the task in hand he went about it with all the enthusiasm of your true artist, and achieved for his protector a residence that was a marvel of grace in that crude age and outlandish district. There arose under the supervision of the gifted engineer, worthy associate of Messer Torrigiani, a noble two-storied mansion of mellow red brick, flooded with light and sunshine by the enormously tall mullioned windows that rose almost from base to summit of each pilastered facade. The main doorway was set in a projecting wing and was overhung by a massive balcony, the whole surmounted by a pillared pediment of extraordinary grace, now partly clad in a green mantle of creepers. Above the burnt red tiles of the roof soared massive twisted chimneys in lofty majesty.

But the glory of Penarrow — that is, of the new Penarrow begotten of the fertile brain of Bagnolo — was the garden fashioned out of the tangled wilderness about the old house that had crowned the heights above Penarrow point. To the labours of Bagnolo, Time and Nature had added their own. Bagnolo had cut those handsome esplanades, had built those noble balustrades bordering the three terraces with their fine connecting flights of steps; himself he had planned the fountain, and with his own hands had carved the granite faun presiding over it and the dozen other statues of nymphs and sylvan gods in a marble that gleamed in white brilliance amid the dusky green. But Time and Nature had smoothed the lawns to a velvet surface, had thickened the handsome boxwood hedges, and thrust up those black spear-like poplars that completed the very Italianate appearance of that Cornish demesne.