Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose Conquering Raymay Chase These Fogs;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!light Will Repaythe Wrongs Of Night;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!

If Thy Words Be Too Luxuriant, Confine Them, Lest They Confine Thee; He That Thinks He Never Can Speak Enough May Easily Speak Too Much. A Full Tongue And An Empty Brain Are Seldom Parted.

The Way To Subject All Things To Thyself Is To Subject Thyself To Reason; Thou Shalt Govern Many, If Reason Govern Thee. Wouldst Thou Be Crowned The Monarch Of A Little World? Command Thyself.

Nor Fire, Nor Rocks, Can Stop Our Furious Minds, Nor Waves, Nor Winds.

Neutrality Is Dangerous, Whereby Thou Becomest A Necessary Prey To The Conqueror.