Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.

Discontent Is Like Ink Poured Into Water, Which Fills The Whole Fountain Full Of Blackness.

Praise Has Different Effects, According To The Mind It Meets With; It Makes A Wise Man Modest, But A Fool More Arrogant, Turning His Weak Brain Giddy.

Shall I Speak Truly What I Now See Below? The World Is All A Carkass, Smoak And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect, Change Is The Way To Perfect Them.