Better Be Mute, Than Dispute With The

A Thought Is An Idea In Transit.

We Ought Not To Quit Our Post Without The Permission Of Him Who Commands; The Post Of Man Is Life.

Remind Yourself That All Men Assert That Wisdom Is The Greatest Good, But That There Are Few Who Strenuously Seek Out That Greatest Good.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

The Wind Is Blowing. Adore The Wind.