Old Age Takes From The Man Of

Misery Is Almost Always The Result Of Thinking.

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

The Talkative Man Speaks From His Mouth, The Eloquent Man Speaks From His Heart.

Heaven Is For Those Who Think Of It.

It May Be Said That It Is With Our Thoughts As With Our Flowers. Those Whose Expression Is Simple Carry Their Seed With Them; Those That Are Double By Their Richness And Pomp Charm The Mind, But Produce Nothing.