He Is A Very Humble Man, That

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

What Fools Are We, To Be Besotted With The Love Of Our Own Trouble, And To Hate Our Liberty And Rest!

Seldom Was Any Knowledge Given To Keep, But To Impart; The Grace Of This Rich Jewel Is Lost In Concealment.

As You See In A Pair Of Bellows, There Is A Forced Breath Without Life, So In Those That Are Puffed Up With The Wind Of Ostentation, There May Be Charitable Words Without Works.

Even The Best Things Ill Used Become Evils; And, Contrarily, The Worst Things Used Well Prove Good.