“The tree blossoms, and bears its fruit, which falls, rots, withers, and even the seed is lost! Go, count the rings of the oak and of the sycamore; the lie in circles, one about another, until the eye is blinded… — James Fenimore Cooper Copy Share Image
“Women and men should not marry, for love is like the seasons—it comes and goes.” — Yang Erche Namu Copy Share Image
