There Is No Royal Road Or Ready

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

The Vices We Scoff At In Others Laugh At Us Within Ourselves.

We Do But Learn To-day What Our Better Advanced Judgements Will Unteach Us Tomorrow.

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

Not To Be Content With Life Is The Unsatisfactory State Of Those Which Destroy Themselves; Who Being Afraid To Live, Run Blindly Upon Their Own Death, Which No Man Fears By Experience.