It Was By Music That The Ancient

Words Are The Voice Of The Heart.

I Daily Examine Myself On Three Points: In Planning For Others, Have I Failed In Conscientiousness? In Intercourse With Friends, Have I Been Insincere? And Have I Failed To Practice What I Have Been Taught?

I Saw Some Piglets Suckling Their Dead Mother. After A Short While They Shuddered And Went Away. They Had Sensed That She Could No Longer See Them And That She Wasn't Like Them Any More. What They Loved In Their Mother Wasn't Her Body, But Whatever It Was That Made Her Body Live.

A True Gentleman Makes Demands Upon Himself But Not Upon Others.

Not Too Isolated, Not Too Many Relationships, The Middle, That's Wisdom.