One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself

Peace Dies When The Framework Is Ripped Apart. When There Is No Longer A Place That Is Yours In The World. When You Know No Longer Where Your Friend Is To Be Found.

Attitude Is A Paintbrush. It Colors Everything!

For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men Are Admirers.

Only He Can Understand What A Farm Is, What A Country Is, Who Shall Have Sacrificed Part Of Himself To His Farm Or Country, Fought To Save It, Struggled To Make It Beautiful. Only Then Will The Love Of Farm Or Country Fill His Heart.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.