Once More I Am A Wanderer, A

To The Person With A Firm Purpose All Men And Things Are Servants.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

Generosity Wins Favour For Everyone, Especially When It Is Accompanied By Modesty.

To Know Someone Here Or There With Whom You Can Feel There Is Understanding In Spite Of Distances Or Thoughts Expressed That Can Make Life A Garden.

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.