The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright. |
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. |
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. |
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. |
The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. |
The Child's Toys and the Old Man's Reasons Are the Fruits of the Two seasons. |
The cistern contains: the fountain overflows. |
The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury. |
The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white. |
The cut worm forgives the plough. |
The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite. |
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: The bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does. |
The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. |
The essentials to happiness are something to love, something to do, and something to hope for. |
The eye altering, alters all |