Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As

Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of Life.

We All Walk In Mysteries. We Are Surrounded By An Atmosphere About Which We Still Know Nothing At All.

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

Look Closely At Those Who Patronize You. Half Are Unfeeling, Half Untaught.

Do Thine Own Task, And Be Therewith Content.