Several Classical Sayings That One Likes To

What I Possess, Seems Far Away To Me, And What Is Gone Becomes Reality.

Hypotheses Are The Scaffolds Which Are Erected In Front Of A Building And Removedd When The Building Is Completed. They Are Indispensable To The Worker; But The Worker Must Not Mistake The Scaffolding For The Building.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

In The End We Are All Separate: Our Stories, No Matter How Similar, Come To A Fork And Diverge. We Are Drawn To Each Other Because Of Our Similarities, But It Is Our Differences We Must Learn To Respect.