The Name Of Peace Is Sweet, The

Nature Has Circumscribed The Field Of Life Within Small Dimensions, But Has Left The Field Of Glory Unmeasured.

The Whole Of Virtue Consists In Its Practice.

I Hear Socrates Saying That The Best Seasoning For Food Is Hunger; For Drink, Thirst.

No Power Is Strong Enough To Be Lasting, If It Labours Under The Weight Of Fear.

Pleasure Blinds (so To Speak) The Eyes Of The Mind, And Has No Fellowship With Virtue.