The Senses Do Not Deceive Us, But

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

When You Lose Interest In Anything, You Also Lose The Memory For It.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.

The Greatest Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand As In What Direction We Are Moving.

Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace. In All Treetops You Perceive Scarcely A Breath. The Little Birds In The Forest Are Silent. Wait Then; Soon, You Too, Will Have Peace.