The Offender, Who Repents, Is Not Yet

Life Unexamined, Is Not Worth Living.

It Is Godlike Ever To Think On Something Beautiful And On Something New.

Beautiful Objects Are Wrought By Study Through Effort, But Ugly Things Are Reaped Automatically Without Toil.

Everywhere Man Blames Nature And Fate Yet His Fate Is Mostly But The Echo Of His Character And Passion, His Mistakes And His Weaknesses.

One Should Practice Much Sense, Not Much Learning.