The Wise Man Does Not Grow Old,

[t]he Small Is Great, The Great Is Small; All Is In Equilibrium In Necessity.

Children At Once Accept Joy And Happiness With Quick Familiarity, Being Themselves Naturally All Happiness And Joy.

‎"dost Thou Understand? I Love Thee!" He Cried Again."what Love!" Said The Unhappy Girl With A Shudder.he Resumed,--"the Love Of A Damned Soul.

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

The Soul Has Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real