He Who, To Be Happy, Needs Nothing

I Have Been Young And Am Now Old, And Have Not Yet Known An Untruthful Man To Come To A Good End.

He Who, To Be Happy, Needs Nothing But Himself, Is Happy.

Some Men, Like Modern Shops, Hang Everything In Their Show Windows; When One Goes Inside, Nothing Is To Be Found.

People Look With Sympathetic Eyes Only At The Blossom And The Fruit, And Disregard The Long Period Of Transition During Which The One Is Ripening Into The Other.

Only He Is Free Who Cultivates His Own Thoughts And Strives Without Fear To Do Justice To Them.