There Is Nothing That Will

Hatred Is Like Fire, It Makes Even Light Rubbish Deadly.

We Mortals, Men And Women, Devour Many A Disappointment Between Breakfast And Dinnertime.

I Like Breakfast-time Better Than Any Other Moment In The Day. No Dust Has Settled On One's Mind Then, And It Presents A Clear Mirror To The Rays Of Things.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun. The Perfect Archer Calls The Deer His Own While Yet The Shaft Is Whistling.

What Is Opportunity To The Man Who Can't Use It? An Unfecundated Egg, Which The Waves Of Time Wash Away Into Nonentity.