Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

Nothing Is More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste.

Reasonable Men Are The Best Dictionaries Of Conversation.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.