Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
生活是一串情绪，就像一串珠子;当我们经过它们的时候，它们被证明是许多彩色的透镜，它们把世界描绘成它们自己的颜色，而每一个都只向我们展示它自己的焦点所在。