A Picture Is Poem Without Words.

I Saw Some Piglets Suckling Their Dead Mother. After A Short While They Shuddered And Went Away. They Had Sensed That She Could No Longer See Them And That She Wasn't Like Them Any More. What They Loved In Their Mother Wasn't Her Body, But Whatever It Was That Made Her Body Live.

The Gentleman Prefers To Be Slow In Word But Diligent In Action.

Without Goodness One Cannot Enjoy Enduring Happiness

I Have Not Seen One Who Loves Virtue As He Loves Beauty.

Heaven Gives Long Life To The Just And The Intelligent.