Is It Life, I Ask, Is It

[w]hat Counts Is That One Perceives Excellence And Dares To Give It Expression, Which Sounds Little But Is In Fact A Great Deal.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

There Is Strong Shadow Where There Is Much Light.

To Rule Is Easy, To Govern Difficult.

One Needs Only To Get Old To Become Milder; I Don't See Anyone Make A Mistake I Hadn't Also Made.