Your Master Is He Who Controls That

If You See Anybody Wail And Complain, Call Him A Slave, Though He Be Clad In Purple.

Living A Good Life Leads To Enduring Happiness. Goodness In And Of Itself Is The Practice And The Reward.

Neither Should A Ship Rely On One Small Anchor, Nor Should Life Rest On A Single Hope.

If I Was A Nightingale I Would Sing Like A Nightingale; If A Swan, Like A Swan. But Since I Am A Rational Creature My Role Is To Praise God.

Who Are Those People By Whom You Wish To Be Admired? Are They Not These Whom You Are In The Habit Of Saying That They Are Mad? What Then? Do You Wish To Be Admired By The Mad?