Prose talks and poetry sings.

The character of the crowds is made up of mimicry and hostility.

He who takes people for smart pays an expensive lesson.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

No one will stop to help you when you are in need, but everyone forces opinions upon you that you do not require.

A heart that overflows may seek out merrymaking and boisterous festivities to quietly rejoice, unnoticed amidst the reveling crowds.

Profundity easily turns into dullness and astuteness deteriorates into wit. Be guided by natural common sense and it will accommodate great and small.