The use of proverbs is characteristic of an unlettered people. They are invaluable treasures to dunces with good memories.

Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Unto each man comes a day when his favorite sins all forsake him, And he complacently thinks he has forsaken his sins.

Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, Some of them turn into friends. Friends are the sunshine of life.

It would never occur to most of us that 'plants' say anything at all, except in terms of what we read into them, or try to use them for. Yet in their responses to this wonderfully rhythmic and varying earth they are the most expressive of all forms of life.

True luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; luckiest is he who knows just when to rise and go home.