He Whose Pride Oppresses The Humble May

Loudness Is Impotence.

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.

True Worth Is As Inevitably Discovered By The Facial Expression, As Its Opposite Is Sure To Be Clearly Represented There. The Human Face Is Nature's Tablet, The Truth Is Certainly Written Thereon.

Indiscretion, Rashness, Falsehood, Levity, And Malice, Produce Each Other.

As The Interest Of Man, So His God - As His God, So He.