He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

There Are In Woman's Eyes Two Sorts Of Tears,--the One Of Grief, The Other Of Deceit.

If There Be Light, Then There Is Darkness; If Cold, Heat; If Height, Depth; If Solid, Fluid; If Hard, Soft; If Rough, Smooth; If Calm, Tempest; If Prosperity, Adversity; If Life, Death.

I Would Have To Say The Probability Of Us Dying Seems Extremely High.

Practice Restraint Over The Following: Appetite, First, As Well As Sleep, Lust, And Anger.

Let Not Sleep Fall Upon Thy Eyes Till Thou Has Thrice Reviewed The Transactions Of The Past Day. Where Have I Turned Aside From Rectitude? What Have I Been Doing? What Have I Left Undone, Which I Ought To Have Done?