True Friends, Like Ivy And The Wall

True Humor Springs Not More From The Head Than From The Heart. It Is Not Contempt; Its Essence Is Love. It Issues Not In Laughter, But In Still Smiles, Which Lie Far Deeper.

And Yet Without Labour There Were No Ease, No Rest, So Much As Conceivable.

Thou Fool! Nature Alone Is Antique, And The Oldest Art A Mushroom; That Idle Crag Thou Sittest On Is Six Thousand Years Of Age.

History Is A Mighty Dramos, Enacted Upon The Theatre Of Times, With Suns For Lamps And Eternity For A Background.

Make Yourself An Honest Man, And Then You May Be Sure There Is One Less Rascal In The World.