With Little Art, Clear Wit And Sense

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

It Is Not Enough To Have Knowledge; One Must Apply It. It Is Not Enough To Have Wishes; One Must Also Accomplish It.

When Scholars Study A Thing, They Strive To Kill It First, If It's Alive; Then They Have The Parts And The'be Lost The Whole, For The Link That's Missing Was The Living Soul.

There Is Repetition Everywhere, And Nothing Is Found Only Once In The World.

Everything In The World May Be Endured, Except Only A Succession Of Prosperous Days. [ger., Alles In Der Welt Lasst Sich Ertragen, Nur Nicht Eine Reihe Von Schonen Tagen.]