Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm

In Order To Discover Truth, We Must Be Truthful Ourselves, And Must Welcome Those Who Point Out Our Errors As Heartily As Those Who Approve And Confirm Our Discoveries.

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

Every Life Has Its Years In Which One Progresses As On A Tedious And Dusty Street Of Poplars, Without Caring To Know Where He Is.

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.

The Evil Done By Oneself, Self-begotten, Self-bred, Crushes The Foolish, As A Diamond Breaks A Precious Stone.