The Enjoyments Of This Life Are Not

It Has Been Observed That The Height Of A Man From The Crown Of The Head To The Sole Of The Foot Is Equal To The Distance Between The Tips Of The Middle Fingers Of The Two Hands When Extended In A Straight Line.

The Brain Is The Highest Of The Organs In Position, And It Is Protected By The Vault Of The Head; It Has No Flesh Or Blood Or Refuse. It Is The Citadel Of Sense-perception.

The Desire To Know A Thing Is Heightened By Its Gratification Being Deferred.

Compassion And Shame Come Over One Who Considers How Precarious Is The Origin Of The Proudest Of Living Beings: Often The Smell Of A Lately Extinguished Lamp Is Enough To Cause A Miscarriage. And To Think That From Such A Frail Beginning A Tyrant Or Butcher May Be Born! You Who Trust In Your Physical Strength, Who Embrace The Gifts Of Fortune And Consider Yourself Not Their Ward But Their Son, You Who Have A Domineering Spirit, You Who Consider Yourself A God As Soon As Success Swells Your Breast, Think How Little Could Have Destroyed You!

To Laugh, If But For An Instant Only, Has Never Been Granted To Man Before The Fortieth Day From His Birth, And Then It Is Looked Upon As A Miracle Of Precocity.