In Their Rules There Was Only One

One Falls To The Ground In Trying To Sit On Two Stools.

If The Skies Fall, One May Hope To Catch Larks.

A Habit Does Not A Monk Make.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Purpose, Draw The Curtain, The Farce Is Played.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.