Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

What Can The Creator See With Greater Pleasure Than A Happy Creature?

The Search For Truth Is More Precious Than Its Possession.

It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer You.

But How Many Moments Are Already Past! Ah! Who Thinks Of Those That Are Past?