Instruct Thyself For Time And Patience Favor

A Good Soul Hath Neither Too Great Joy, Nor Too Great Sorrow: For It Rejoiceth In Goodness; And It Sorroweth In Wickedness. By The Means Whereof, When It Beholdeth All Things, And Seeth The Good And Bad So Mingled Together, It Can Neither Rejoice Greatly; Nor Be Grieved With Over Much Sorrow.

There Is No Word Or Action But Has Its Echo In Eternity.

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?

He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

The Animals Share With Us The Privilege Of Having A Soul Alas, What Wickedness To Swallow Flesh Into Our Own Flesh, To Fatten Our Greedy Bodies By Cramming In Other Bodies, To Have One Living Creature Fed By The Death Of Another! In The Midst Of Such Wealth As Earth, The Best Of Mothers, Provides, Yet Nothing Satisfies You, But To Behave Like The Cyclopes, Inflicting Sorry Wounds With Cruel Teeth! You Cannot Appease The Hungry Cravings Of Your Wicked, Gluttonous Stomachs Except By Destroying Some Other Life.