Do Not Act As If You Had

Whenever You Are About To Find Fault With Someone, Ask Yourself The Following Question: What Fault Of Mine Most Nearly Resembles The One I Am About To Criticize?

Death, Like Birth, Is A Secret Of Nature.

Our Life Is What Our Thoughts Make It.

No Form Of Nature Is Inferior To Art; For The Arts Merely Imitate Natural Forms.

All Things Are The Same, Familiar In Enterprise, Momentary In Endurance, Coarse In Substance. All Things Now Are As They Were In The Day Of Those Whom We Have Buried.