Confine Yourself To The Present.

Never Value Anything As Profitable To Thyself Which Shall Compel Thee To Break Thy Promise, To Lose Thy Self-respect, To Hate Any Man, To Suspect, To Curse, To Act The Hypocrite, To Desire Anything Which Needs Walls And Curtains.

Think Of The Country Mouse And Of The Town Mouse, And Of The Alarm And Trepidation Of The Town Mouse.

If Thou Canst See Sharp, Look And Judge Wisely, Says The Philosopher.

No Longer Talk At All About The Kind Of Man That A Good Man Ought To Be, But Be Such

All That Happens Is As Usual And Familiar As The Rose In Spring And The Crop In Summer.