We Only Understand That Which

If Man Was What He Ought To Be, He Would Be Adored By The Animals.

A Musical Theme Once Exhausted, Finds Its Due Refuge And Repose In Silence.

To Be Misunderstood Even By Those Whom One Loves Is The Cross And Bitterness Of Life. It Is The Secret Of That Sad And Melancholy Smile On The Lips Of Great Men Which So Few Understand.

It Is Not What He Had, Or Even What He Does Which Expresses The Worth Of A Man, But What He Is.

Nothing Is More Characteristic Of A Man Than The Manner In Which He Behaves Toward Fools.