place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he spontaneously reveals his nature, the base as well as the noble. Here also he buries his sorrows and difficulties and cherishes his ideals and hopes. It is in the garden that men discover themselves. Indeed one discovers not only his real self but also his ideal self?he returns to his youth. Inevitably the garden is made the scene of man's merriment, escapades, romantic abandonment, spiritual awakening or the perfection of his finer self.

He who remembers from day to day what he has yet to learn, and from month to month what he has learned already, may be said to have a love of learning.

A man without a mustache is a man without a soul.

The cautious seldom err.

Study without reflection is a waste of time; reflection without study is dangerous.

Don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you.

Even in killing men, observe the rules of propriety.