Nothing Tells More About The

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

A State Of Affairs Which Leads To Daily Vexation Is Not The Right State.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

A Reasonable Man Needs Only To Practice Moderation To Find Happiness.

Children Can Scarcely Be Fashioned To Meet With Our Likes And Our Purpose. Just As God Did Us Give Them, So Must We Hold Them And Love Them, Nurture And Teach Them To Fullness And Leave Them To Be What They Are.