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.

Speak with the speech of the world; think with the thoughts of the few.

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

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

There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

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