Even A Good Man Sees

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm A Chrysalis, And The Chrysalis A Butterfly, And The Butterfly Dust?

Childhood Has Its Secrets And Its Mysteries; But Who Can Tell Or Who Can Explain Them!

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

A Man Is Not Learned Because He Talks Much; He Who Is Patient, Free From Hatred And Fear, He Is Called Learned.