It Is Easy To Give

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.