When War Is Raging The

Let Every Man Practise The Trade Which He Best Understands.

For No Phase Of Life, Whether Public Or Private, Whether In Business Or In The Home, Whether One Is Working On What Concerns Oneself Alone Or Dealing With Another, Can Be Without Its Moral Duty; On The Discharge Of Such Duties Depends All That Is Morally Right, And On Their Neglect All That Is Morally Wrong In Life.

The Chief Recommendation Is Modesty, Then Dutiful Conduct Toward Parents, Then Affection For Kindred.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

It Is A Crime To Put A Roman Citizen In Chains, It Is An Enormity To Flog One, Sheer Murder To Slay One: What, Then, Shall I Say Of Crucifixion? It Is Impossible To Find The Word For Such An Abomination.