A Fool May Talk, But A Wise

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

Twelve Dancings Are Dancing, And Taking No Rest, And Closely Their Hands Together Are Press'd; And Soon As A Dance Has Come To A Close, Another Begins, And Each Merrily Goes.

Every Age Has Its Problem, By Solving Which Humanity Is Helped Forward.

Experience Is A Good School. But The Fees Are High.

If One Has No Heart, One Cannot Write For The Masses.