Years Teach Us More Than Books.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

Imagination Is The Mightiest Despot.