To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

Why Has No Religion This Command Before All Others: Thou Shalt Work?

Gratitude Is A Soil On Which Joy Thrives.