The Wrongdoer Is More Unfortunate Than The

Happiness Does Not Reside In Strength Or Money; It Lies In Rightness And Many-sidedness.

Word Is A Shadow Of A Deed.

We Think There Is Color, We Think There Is Sweet, We Think There Is Bitter, But In Reality There Are Atoms And A Void.

If You Would Know Contentment, Let Your Deeds Be Few.

The Offender, Who Repents, Is Not Yet Lost.