All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

Charity But How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves? Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World; Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

That Miracles Have Been, I Do Believe; That They May Yet Be Wrought By The Living, I Do Not Deny: But Have No Confidence In Those Which Are Fathered On The Dead.