The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows

What In Us The Women Leave Uncultivated, Children Cultivate When We Retain Them Near Us.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

Riches Amassed In Haste Will Diminish; But Those Collected By Hand And Little By Little Will Multiply.

I Call Architecture Frozen Music.