I Only Appear To Be Dead.

In The Days Of Moses And The Prophets Such A Man Would Have Been Counted Among The Wise Men Of The Land; In The Middle Ages He Would Have Been Burned At The Stake.

We Cannot Expect To Be Happy Always ... By Experiencing Evil As Well As Good We Become Wise.

To Travel Is To Live.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

There Was Once A Bundle Of Matches, And They Were Frightfully Proud Because Of Their High Origin. Their Family Tree, That Is To Say The Great Pine Tree Of Which They Were Each A Little Splinter, Had Been The Giant Of The Forest.