We Know Accurately Only When We Know

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.

But Who Will Dare To Speak The Truth Out Clear? The Few Who Anything Of Truth Have Learned, And Foolishly Did Not Keep Truth Concealed, Their Thoughts And Visions To The Common Herd Revealed, Since Time Began We've Crucified And Burned

No One Should Be Rich Except Those Who Understand It.

He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand Years Is Living From Hand To Mouth.