The Woods Would Be Quiet If No

The Woods Would Be Quiet If No Bird Sang But The One That Sang Best.

It Is Better To Desire The Things We Have Than To Have The Things We Desire.

Hours Fly, Flowers Die: New Days, New Ways: Pass By! Love Stays.

Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All Care And Conflict, Soon Becomes Flabby And Invertebrate, Sentimental And Gelatinous.