We Know The Degree Of

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

A House With A Great Wine Stored Below Lives In Our Imagination As A Joyful House, Fast And Splendidly Rooted In The Soil.

Caricature Is Rough Truth.