I Search After Truth, By Which Man

Do Not Act As If You Were Going To Live Ten Thousand Years. Death Hangs Over You. While You Live, While It Is In Your Power, Be Good.

I Consist Of A Little Body And A Soul.

Let Every Action Aim Solely At The Common Good.

Your Manners Will Depend Very Much Upon The Quality Of What You Frequently Think On; For The Soul Is As It Were Tinged With The Colour And Complexion Of Thought.

Life Is A Campaign, A Brief Staying In A Strange Region.