He That Hath No Cross Deserves No

Whose Gold Is Double With A Careful Hand, His Cares Are Double.

The Way To Subject All Things To Thyself Is To Subject Thyself To Reason; Thou Shalt Govern Many, If Reason Govern Thee. Wouldst Thou Be Crowned The Monarch Of A Little World? Command Thyself.

I See No Virtue Where I Smell No Sweat.

The Voice Of Humility Is God's Music, And The Silence Of Humility Is God's Rhetoric.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.