Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.

He Who Has Talent In Him Must Be Purer In Soul Than Anyone Else. Another Will Be Forgiven Much, But To Him It Will Not Be Forgiven. A Man Who Leaves The House In Bright, Festive Clothes Needs Only One Drop Of Mud Splashed From Under A Wheel, And People All Surround Him, Point Their Fingers At Him, And Talk About His Slovenliness, While The Same People Ignore Many Spots On Other Passers-by Who Are Wearing Everyday Clothes. For On Everyday Clothes The Spots Do Not Show.

...and Sank Into The Profound Slumber Which Comes Only To Such Fortunate Folk As Are Troubled Neither With Mosquitoes Nor Fleas Nor Excessive Activity Of Brain.

Whatever You May Say, The Body Depends On The Soul.

Always Think Of What Is Useful And Not What Is Beautiful. Beauty Will Come Of Its Own Accord.