He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

A Good Soul Hath Neither Too Great Joy, Nor Too Great Sorrow: For It Rejoiceth In Goodness; And It Sorroweth In Wickedness. By The Means Whereof, When It Beholdeth All Things, And Seeth The Good And Bad So Mingled Together, It Can Neither Rejoice Greatly; Nor Be Grieved With Over Much Sorrow.

Do Not Go To Bed Until You Have Gone Over The Day Three Times In Your Mind. What Wrong Did I Do? What Good Did I Accomplish? What Did I Forget To Do?

No Man Is Free Who Cannot Control Himself.

As Long As Man Continues To Be The Ruthless Destroyer Of Lower Living Beings He Will Never Know Health Or Peace. For As Long As Men Massacre Animals, They Will Kill Each Other.

Wealth Is A Weak Anchor, And Glory Cannot Support A Man; This Is The Law Of God, That Virtue Only Is Firm, And Cannot Be Shaken By A Tempest.