人们似乎总是很着急。匆匆忙忙，匆忙。他们冲向什么？生活不是某种种族。我们都迟早越过同一条终点线。您不愿意结束，突然希望您走路而不是跑步，不是吗？也许这就是为什么他们将其称为人类。好吧，我们全都在一起。但是这场比赛的获胜者没有奖品。所以花点时间。
(People always seem to be in so much of a hurry. Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the end in sight and suddenly wish you'd walked rather than run, wouldn't you? Maybe that's why they call it the human race. Well, we are all in it together. But the winner of this race gets no prize. so take your time.)