Live Not One's Life As Though One

What Does Not Benefit The Hive Is No Benefit To The Bee.

An Angry Look On The Face Is Wholly Against Nature. If It Be Assumed Frequently, Beauty Begins To Perish, And In The End Is Quenched Beyond Rekindling.

What Use Do I Put My Soul To? It Is A Serviceable Question This, And Should Frequently Be Put To Oneself. How Does My Ruling Part Stand Affected? And Whose Soul Have I Now? That Of A Child, Or A Young Man, Or A Feeble Woman, Or Of A Tyrant, Of Cattle Or Wild Beasts.

The Opinion Of 10,000 Men Is Of No Value If None Of Them Know Anything About The Subject.

Remind Oneself Continually Of One Of Those Who Practiced Virtue In Days Gone By.