The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

The Wealth That Cannot Be Administered Is A Burden.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

If You Wish A Wise Answer, You Must Put A Rational Question.

Every Decided Colour Does A Certain Violence To The Eye, And Forces The Organ To Opposition.