Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

To Love Life Through Our Labor Is To Be Intimate With Life's Inmost Secrets.

You Are Persecuted And Despised. It Were Better That A Person Should Be The Oppressed Than That He Should Be The Oppressor; And Fitter That He Should Be A Victim To The Frailty Of Human Instincts Than That He Should Be Powerful And Crush The Flowers Of Life And Disfigure The Beauties Of Feeling With His Desire.

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.