The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions.

The More One Knows, The More One Comprehends, The More One Realizes That Everything Turns In A Circle.

For The Butterfly, Mating And Propagation Involve The Sacrifice Of Life, For The Human Being, The Sacrifice Of Beauty.

Plants And Flowers Of The Commonest Kind Can Form A Pleasing Diary, Because Nothing Which Calls Back To Us The Remembrance Of A Happy Moment Can Be Insignificant.

If You Want Someone To Develop A Specific Trait, Treat Them As Though They Already Had It.

A True German Can't Stand The French, Yet Willingly He Drinks Their Wines.