A Life Of Ease Is A Difficult

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.

How Fleet Is A Glance Of The Mind! Compared With The Speed Of Its Flight, The Tempest Itself Lags Behind, And The Swift-winged Arrows Of Light.

The Few That Pray At All Pray Oft Amiss.

The Slaves Of Custom And Established Mode, With Pack-horse Constancy We Keep The Road Crooked Or Straight, Through Quags Or Thorny Dells, True To The Jingling Of Our Leader's Bells.

Knowledge Is Proud That It Knows So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That It Knows No More.