For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.

We gladly put antiquity above our age but not posterity. Only a father doesn't begrudge his son's talent.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

It doesn't behoove elderly persons to follow fashion in their thinking nor in the way they dress.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Sceptics are yet the most credulous.