A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

If Everyone Sweeps Before His Own Front Door, Then The Street Is Clean.

A King There Was Once Reigning, Who Had A Goodly Flea, Him Loved He Without Feigning, As His Own Son Were He!

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

I Can Tell You, Honest Friend, What To Believe: Believe Life; It Teaches Better That Book Or Orator.