The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is

All Work Of Man Is As The Swimmer's: A Vast Ocean Threatens To Devour Him; If He Front It Not Bravely, It Will Keep Its Word.

By Nature Man Hates Change; Seldom Will He Quit His Old Home Till It Has Actually Fallen Around His Ears.

The Work An Unknown Good Man Has Done Is Like A Vein Of Water Flowing Hidden Underground, Secretly Making The Ground Green.

In Private Life I Never Knew Anyone Interfere With Other People's Disputes But He Heartily Repented Of It.

History Is The Essence Of Innumerable Biographies.