The Forehead Is The Gate Of The

Anyone Who Has Got A Book Collection/library And A Garden Wants For Nothing.

As Fire When Thrown Into Water Is Cooled Down And Put Out, So Also A False Accusation When Brought Against A Man Of The Purest And Holiest Character, Boils Over And Is At Once Dissipated, And Vanishes.

To Disregard What The World Thinks Of Us Is Not Only Arrogant But Utterly Shameless. [lat., Negligere Quid De Se Quisque Sentiat, Non Solum Arrogantis Est, Sed Etiam Omnino Dissoluti.]

The Real Friend Is Another Self.

Hatred Is Settled Anger.