Beware Of A Man Of One Book.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

Names Are But Noise And Smoke, Obscuring Heavenly Light.

A State Of Affairs Which Leads To Daily Vexation Is Not The Right State.

Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is Shining Upon It

Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming The Heavenly Light.