A Man Prepared Has Half Fought The

Virtue Is The Truest Nobility.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

Abundance, Even Of Good Things, Prevents Them From Being Valued

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.