All Things Fade And Quickly Turn To

Prize That Which Is Best In The Universe; And This Is That Which Useth Everything And Ordereth Everything.

Poverty Is The Mother Of Crime.

I Am Called To Man's Labour; Why Then Do I Make A Difficulty If I Am Going Out To Do What I Was Born To Do And What I Was Brought Into The World For?

When You Find An Unwillingness To Rise Early In The Morning, Make This Short Speech To Yourself: I Am Getting Up Now To Do The Business Of A Man; And Am I Out Of Humour For Going About That I Was Made For, And For The Sake Of Which I Was Sent Into The World? Was I Then Designed For Nothing But To Doze And Keep Warm Beneath The Counterpane? Well! But This Is A Comfortable Way Of Living.

I Cannot Comprehend How Any Man Can Want Anything But The Truth.