All Things Tend To Corrupt Perverted Minds.

I Depart From Life As From An Inn, And Not As From My Home. [lat., Ex Vita Discedo, Tanquam Ex Hospitio, Non Tanquam Ex Domo.]

Let The Soldier Yield To The Civilian.

This Is The Truth: As From A Fire Aflame Thousands Of Sparks Come Forth, Even So From The Creator An Infinity Of Beings Have Life And To Him Return Again.

Every Word That Is Unnecessary Only Pours Over The Side Of A Brimming Mind.

All Action Is Of The Mind And The Mirror Of The Mind Is The Face, Its Index The Eyes.