Years Teach Us More Than

People Look With Sympathetic Eyes Only At The Blossom And The Fruit, And Disregard The Long Period Of Transition During Which The One Is Ripening Into The Other.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

What Will People Say-in These Words Lies The Tyranny Of The World, The Whole Destruction Of Our Natural Disposition, The Oblique Vision Of Our Minds. These Four Words Hold Sway Everywhere.

Only He Is Free Who Cultivates His Own Thoughts And Strives Without Fear To Do Justice To Them.

To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The Soul Makes One Irritable, Gloomy, And Prematurely Old.