Don't Eat Your Heart.

Astonishing! Everything Is Intelligent!

We Ought Not To Quit Our Post Without The Permission Of Him Who Commands; The Post Of Man Is Life.

When The Wise Man Opens His Mouth, The Beauties Of His Soul Present Themselves To The View, Like The Statues In A Temple.

In This Theater Of Man's Life, It Is Reserved Only For God And Angels To Be Lookers-on.

Let Not Sleep Fall Upon Thy Eyes Till Thou Has Thrice Reviewed The Transactions Of The Past Day. Where Have I Turned Aside From Rectitude? What Have I Been Doing? What Have I Left Undone, Which I Ought To Have Done?