It Is Futile To Wish For A

Wheresoever We Seek Our Own, There We Fall From Love.

A Life Without Purpose Is A Languid, Drifting Thing; Every Day We Ought To Review Our Purpose, Saying To Ourselves: This Day Let Me Make A Sound Beginning, For What We Have Hitherto Done Is Naught!

A Humble Knowledge Of Ourselves Is A Surer Way To God Than Is The Search For Depth Of Learning.

Remember Always Your End, And That Lost Time Does Not Return.

Let Temporal Things Serve Thy Use, But The Eternal Be The Object Of Thy Desire.