Let Us Make Hay While The Sun

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.

When We Are Asleep, We Are All Equal.

Among The Attributes Of God, Although They Are Equal, Mercy Shines With Even More Brilliance Than Justice.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.