Born In A Stable, Cradled In A

I Lock My Door Upon Myself, And Bar Them Out; But Who Shall Wall Self From Myself, Most Loathed Of All?

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

A Man Is Ever Apt To Contemplate Himself Out Of All Proportion To His Surroundings.

Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives Are Few.

All Earth's Full Rivers Can Not Fillthe Sea That Drinking Thirsteth Still.