Being Alone When One's Belief Is Firm,

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

Years Teach Us More Than Books.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

The World Is The Same Everywhere.

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.