To The King, One Must Give His

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

Never Confide Your Secrets To Paper; It Is Like Throwing A Stone In The Air; And If You Know Who Throws The Stone, You Do Not Know Where It May Fall.

If A Pretty Woman Only Knew How Anger Improved Her Beauty! Her Complexion Needs No Other Paint Than Indignation.