It Is The End. But Of What?

What Would Be Ugly In A Garden Constitutes Beauty In A Mountain.

To Rise From Error To Truth Is Rare And Beautiful.

Life Is A Flower Of Which Love Is Honey.

For The Rest, He Was The Same To All Men, The Fashionable World And The Ordinary People. He Judged Nothing In Haste, Or Without Taking Account Of The Cirumstances. He Said, 'let Me See How The Fault Arose.

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.