He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What

Do You Want To Live Happily? Travel With Two Bags, One For Giving, The Other For Receiving.

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

What Is Fruitful Alone Is True.

It Is Better To Be Deceived By One's Friends Than To Deceive Them.