The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old

I Have Been Young And Am Now Old, And Have Not Yet Known An Untruthful Man To Come To A Good End.

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

He Who, To Be Happy, Needs Nothing But Himself, Is Happy.

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

Liberty Is From God; Liberties, From The Devil.