A Man Content To Go To Heaven

The Good Is The End Toward Which All Things Tend.

Music Is Part Of Us, And Either Ennobles Or Degrades Our Behavior.

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.

He Who Has Calmly Reconciled His Life To Fate, And Set Proud Death Beneath His Feet, Can Look Fortune In The Face, Unbending Both To Good And Bad; His Countenance Unconquered.

As Far As Possible, Join Faith To Reason.