Geometry Is Knowledge Of The Eternally Existent.

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?

There Are In Woman's Eyes Two Sorts Of Tears,--the One Of Grief, The Other Of Deceit.

Above All Have Respect For Yourself.

Be Silent Or Let Thy Words Be Worth More Than Silence.

Envy Has Been, Is, And Shall Be, The Destruction Of Many. What Is There, That Envy Hath Not Defamed, Or Malice Left Undefiled? Truly, No Good Thing.