Everything Is But What We Think It.

Let Men See, Let Them Know, A Real Man, Who Lives As He Was Meant To Live.

A Man Is A Little Soul Carrying Around A Courpse.

We Are Born For Cooperation, As Are The Feet, The Hands, The Eyelids, And The Upper And Lower Jaws.

One Whose Chief Regard Is For His Own Mind, And For The Divinity Within Him And The Service Of Its Goodness, Will Strike No Poses, Utter No Complaints, And Crave Neither For Solitude Nor Yet For A Crowd. Best Of All, His Life Will Be Free From Continual Pursuing And Avoiding.

All That Is From The Gods Is Full Of Providence.