The Desire To Know A Thing Is

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

In Time Of Sickness The Soul Collects Itself Anew.

Chance Is A Second Master.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

Hope Is The Pillar That Holds Up The World. Hope Is The Dream Of A Waking Man.