Every Human Heart Is Human.

That Which The Fountain Sends Forth Returns Again To The Fountain.

Big Words Do Not Smite Like War-clubs, Boastful Breath Is Not A Bow-string, Taunts Are Not So Sharp As Arrows, Deeds Are Better Things Than Words Are, Actions Mightier Than Boastings.

Our Hearts Are Lamps For Ever Burning.

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.