A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

All Life Is A Dream, And All Dreams Are Dreams.

They Say That The Best Counsel Is That Of Woman.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.