The Spirit From Which We Act Is

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

A Leaf That Is Destined To Grow Large Is Full Of Grooves And Wrinkles At The Start. Now If One Has No Patience And Wants It Smooth Offhand Like A Willow Leaf, There Is Trouble Ahead.

Yet Here I Stand Poor Fool What More, Not One Wit Wiser Than Before.

A Clever Man Commits No Minor Blunders.

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.