Man Does Not Strive For Happiness; Only

For A Tree To Become Tall It Must Grow Tough Roots Among The Rocks.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live For Today.

Sleeping Is No Mean Art: For Its Sake One Must Stay Awake All Day.

Some Die Too Young, Some Die Too Old; The Precept Sounds Strange, But Die At The Right Age.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.