Man Is A Universe In Little [microcosm].

Happiness Does Not Reside In Strength Or Money; It Lies In Rightness And Many-sidedness.

Nature . . . Has Buried Truth Deep In The Bottom Of The Sea.

Now As Of Old The Gods Give Men All Good Things, Excepting Only Those That Are Baneful And Injurious And Useless. These, Now As Of Old, Are Not Gifts Of The Gods: Men Stumble Into Them Themselves Because Of Their Own Blindness And Folly.

Men Have Made An Idol Of Luck As An Excuse For Their Own Thoughtlessness.

The Offender, Who Repents, Is Not Yet Lost.