You Throw The Sand Against The Wind

Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.