And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.

Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone Is Sighing For Your Absence; And With This Thought, My Soul Begins To Breathe.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.