He That Hath No Cross Deserves No

He That Discovers Himself, Till He Hath Made Himself Master Of His Desires, Lays Himself Open To His Own Ruin, And Makes Himself Prisoner To His Own Tongue.

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.

If Thou Desire Not To Be Poor, Desire Not To Be Too Rich. He Is Rich, Not That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Poor, Not That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much. The Contented Mind Wants Nothing Which It Hath Not; The Covetous Mind Wants, Not Only What It Hath Not, But Likewise What It Hath.

To Fear Death Is The Way To Live Long; To Lie Afraid Of Death Is To Be Long A Dying.

The Average Person's Ear Weighs What You Are, Not What You Were.