There Were No Embraces, Because Where There

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

With Life Many Things Are Remedied.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

Truth Will Rise Above Falsehood As Oil Above Water.

For Neither Good Nor Evil Can Last For Ever; And So It Follows That As Evil Has Lasted A Long Time, Good Must Now Be Close At Hand.