To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The

Some Men, Like Modern Shops, Hang Everything In Their Show Windows; When One Goes Inside, Nothing Is To Be Found.

Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

The World Is The Same Everywhere.