No One Knows What He

The Man With Insight Enough To Admit His Limitations Comes Nearest To Perfection.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

One Usually Thinks People To Be More Dangerous Than They Are.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.

The Sickness Of The Heart Is Most Easily Got Rid Of By Complaining And Soothing Confidence.