He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.

See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion; See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.

And before you know me gone Eternity and I are one.

they flock and they flee through the thunder of seem though the stars in their silence say Be.

'One must forget many cliches in order to behold a single image. Insight is the beginning of perceptions to come rather than the extension of perceptions gone …

Here profits not To tell the whole truth with clear face unveiled. Often is man's best wisdom to be silent.