With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.

Sleep, Riches, And Health, To Be Truly Enjoyed, Must Be Interrupted.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.