Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A

Some Men, Like Modern Shops, Hang Everything In Their Show Windows; When One Goes Inside, Nothing Is To Be Found.

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

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.

Liberty Is From God; Liberties, From The Devil.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.