佚名/Anonymous
Remember, my son, you have to work.
Whether you handle a pick or a pen, a wheel-barrow or a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an auction bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you look around you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Don't be afraid of killing yourself with overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometimes, but it is because they quit work at six in the evening, and do not go home until two in the morning. It's the interval that kills, my son. The work gives you an appetite for your meals; it lends solidity to your slumbers; it gives you a perfect and grateful appreciation of a holiday.
There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them. It does not know their names; even it simply speaks of them as "old so-and-so's boy". Nobody likes them; the great, busy world doesn't know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do, and take off your coat and make a dust in the world. The busier you are, the less harm you will be apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the better satisfied will the world be with you.
年輕人，記住，你必須工作。
不論你是使用鋤頭還是鋼筆，不論你是推車還是統計賬簿，也不論你是挖溝渠還是編輯報紙，又或是敲響拍賣槌還是寫些有趣的東西，你必須工作。環顧四周，你會發現最有可能安度晚年無須工作的人，現在工作最努力。別害怕工作過度會謀害你的性命。不到三十歲的美好年華，承受能力遠不止此。有人喪生，隻是因為他們晚上六點結束工作後，不是徑直回家，而是流浪到淩晨兩點。年輕人，正是那段時間毀了他們。工作讓你食欲大增，使你安然入睡，讓你心滿意足地享受假日。