Wherever Comes Man Comes Tragedy And Comedy

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves Only.

First Find The Man In Yourself If You Will Inspire Manliness In Others.

Health, Longevity, Beauty, Are Other Names For Personal Purity; And Temperance Is The Regimen For All.