Water And Our Necessary Food Are The

It Is A Hard Matter, My Fellow Citizens, To Argue With The Belly, Since It Has No Ears.

Character Is Simply Habit Long Continued.

He Shall Fare Well Who Confronts Circumstances Aright.

The Great God Pan Is Dead.

For, In The Language Of Heraclitus, The Virtuous Soul Is Pure And Unmixed Light, Springing From The Body As A Flash Of Lightning Darts From The Cloud. But The Soul That Is Carnal And Immersed In Sense, Like A Heavy And Dank Vapor, Can With Difficulty Be Kindled, And Caused To Raise Its Eyes Heavenward.