Adventure Is Worthwhile.

Excellence Is An Art Won By Training And Habituation.

For Suppose That Every Tool We Had Could Perform Its Task, Either At Our Bidding Or Itself Perceiving The Need, And If-like The Statues Made By Dædalus Or The Tripods Of Hephæstus, Of Which The Poet Says That "self-moved They Enter The Assembly Of The Gods" - Shuttles In A Loom Could Fly To And Fro And A Plectrum Play A Lyre All Self-moved, Then Master-craftsmen Would Have No Need Of Servants Nor Masters Of Slaves.

Happiness Is The Settling Of The Soul Into Its Most Appropriate Spot.

The Weak Are Always Anxious For Justice And Equality. The Strong Pay No Heed To Either.

Hippocrates Is An Excellent Geometer But A Complete Fool In Everyday Affairs.