The Purer The Golden Vessel, The More

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

Flowers Never Emit So Sweet And Strong A Fragrance As Before A Storm. When A Storm Approaches Thee, Be As Fragrant As A Sweet-smelling Flower.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.