I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Each Day Look Into Your Conscience And Amend Your Faults; If You Fail In This Duty You Will Be Untrue To The Knowledge And Reason That Are Within You. Keep A Watchful Eye Over Yourself As If You Were Your Own Enemy; For You Cannot Learn To Govern Yourself, Unless You First Learn To Govern Your Own Passions And Obey The Dictates Of Your Conscience.

And All Knowledge Is Vain Save When There Is Work, And All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love; And When You Work With Love You Bind Yourself To Yourself, And To One Another, And To God.

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.

Pity The Nation Whose Statesman Is A Fox, Whose Philosopher Is A Juggler, And Whose Art Is The Art Of Patching And Mimicking. Pity The Nation That Welcomes Its New Ruler With Trumpetings, And Farewells Him With Hootings, Only To Welcome Another Ruler With Trumpetings Again. Pity The Nation Whose Sages Are Dumb With Years And Whose Strong Men Are Yet In The Cradle. Pity The Nation Divided Into Fragments, Each Fragment Deeming Itself A Nation.

The Smallest Act Of Kindness Is Worth More Than The Greatest Intention.