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Your Prayer Must Be For A Healthy Mind In A Sound Body. Ask For A Brave Soul That Has No Fear Of Death, Deems Length Of Life The Least Of Nature's Gifts And Is Able To Bear Any Kind Of Sufferings, Knows Neither Wrath Nor Desire And Believes The Woes And Hard Labors Of Hercules Better Than The Loves And Feasts And Downy Cushions Of Sardanapalus. Reveal What You Are Able To Give Yourself; The Only Path To A Life Of Tranquility Lies Through Virtue.

We Do Not Commonly Find Men Of Superior Sense Amongst Those Of The Highest Fortune.

Censure Pardons The Ravens But Rebukes The Doves. [the Innocent Are Punished And The Wicked Escape.]

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.