Even A Good Man Sees Evil Days,

Even A Good Man Sees Evil Days, As Long As His Good Deed Has Not Ripened; But When His Good Deed Has Ripened, Then Does The Good Man See Happy Days.

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

There Never Was A False God, Nor Was There Ever Really A False Religion, Unless You Call A Child A False Man.

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.

When The Evil Deed, After It Has Become Known, Brings Sorrow To The Fool, Then It Destroys His Bright Lot, Nay, It Cleaves His Head.