Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Whosoever Obeyeth The Devil, Casteth Himself Down: For The Devil May Suggest, Compel He Cannot.

The Fountain Of Beauty Is The Heart And Every Generous Thought Illustrates The Walls Of Your Chamber.

Humility Enforces Where Neither Virtue Nor Strength Can Prevail, Nor Reason.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

Other Vices Make Their Own Way; This Makes Way For All Vices. He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.