In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

Reprove your friend in secret and praise him openly.

The water which rises in the mountains is the blood which keeps the mountain in life.

We are deceived by promises and time disappoints us.

I have wasted my hours.

When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.

The painter strives and competes with nature.