Fish Die Belly Upward, And Rise To

It Is Now, And In This World, That We Must Live.

Sadness Is A State Of Sin.

Nothing Excellent Can Be Done Without Leisure.

No Theory Is Good Unless It Permits, Not Rest, But The Greatest Work. No Theory Is Good Except On Condition That One Use It To Go On Beyond.

The Miser Puts His Gold Pieces Into A Coffer; But As Soon As The Coffer Is Closed, It Is As If It Were Empty.