Gratitude Is A Soil On Which Joy

To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The Soul Makes One Irritable, Gloomy, And Prematurely Old.

No Mortal Eye Has Ever Fully Seen A Flash Of Lightning ... For No Matter How Firmly We Look, Our Eyes Are Sure To Be Dazzled.

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

The Little Dissatisfaction Which Every Artist Feels At The Completion Of A Work Forms The Germ Of A New Work.

Discontent Is The Source Of All Trouble,but Also Of All Progress, In Individuals And Nations.