Our Life Is Woven Wind.

Attention Is Like A Narrow Mouthed Vessel; Pour Into It What You Have To Say Cautiously, And, As It Were, Drop By Drop.

Imagination Is The Eye Of The Soul.

You Want To Talk To Someone; First Open Your Ears.

Of The Two, I Prefer Those Who Render Vice Lovable To Those Who Degrade Virtue.

The Joy Which Is Caused By Truth And Noble Thoughts Shows Itself In The Words By Which They Are Expressed.