In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

The Comforters Head Never Akes.

He That Speakes Sowes, And He That Holds His Peace, Gathers.

Love Is The True Price Of Love.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.