It Is Only When One Is Thoroughly

I Have Been Young And Am Now Old, And Have Not Yet Known An Untruthful Man To Come To A Good End.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.

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

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.