Be Neither Silly, Nor Cunning, But Wise

Do Not Let Fancy Outrun Your Means.

Life Is Rather A State Of Embryo, A Preparation For Life; A Man Is Not Completely Born Till He Has Passed Through Death.

Can Anything Be Constant In A World Which Is Eternally Changing?

I Saw Few Die Of Hunger; Of Eating, A Hundred Thousand.

In Other Men We Faults Can Spy,/ And Blame The Mote That Dims Their Eye;/ Each Little Speck And Blemish Find;/ To Our Own Stronger Errors Blind.