Every Man Can Tell How Many Goats

Sweet Is The Memory Of Past Troubles.

The Spirit Is The True Self.

The Evil Implanted In Man By Nature Spreads So Imperceptibly, When The Habit Of Wrong-doing Is Unchecked, That He Himself Can Set No Limit To His Shamelessness.

Not To Know What Has Been Transacted In Former Times Is To Be Always A Child. If No Use Is Made Of The Labors Of Past Ages, The World Must Remain Always In The Infancy Of Knowledge.

Memory Is The Treasury And Guardian Of All Things.