Beware Of A Man Of One Book.

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.

The Older We Grow, The Greater Become The Ordeals.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has Not Been Given; The Dearest Child Of Faith Is Miracle.

Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.