错了就坦诚地承认吧
If You' re Wrong， Admit It
戴尔·卡耐基 / Dale Carnegie
Within a minute' s walk of my house there was a wild stretch of virgin timber， where the blackberry thickets foamed white in the springtime， where the squirrels nested and reared their young， and the horseweeds grew as tall as a horse' s head. This unspoiled woodland was called Forest Park—and it was a forest， probably not much different in appearance from what it was when Columbus discovered America. I frequently walked in this park with Rex， my little Boston bulldog. He was a friendly， harmless little hound； and since we rarely met anyone in the park， I took Rex along without a leash or a muzzle.