There Is A Gentle Thought That Often

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

This Mountain Is So Formed That It Is Always Wearisome When One Begins The Ascent, But Becomes Easier The Higher One Climbs.

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

There's Not The Least Thing Can Be Said Or Done, But People Will Talk And Find Fault.