Many Would Be Wise If They Did

Begin With Another's To End With Your Own.

There Is No Desert Like Being Friendless.

Deceit Comes In Through The Ears, But Usually Leaves Through The Eyes.

Know What Is Evil, No Matter How Worshipped It May Be. Let The Man Of Sense Not Mistake It, Even When Clothed In Brocade, Or At Times Crowned In Gold, Because It Cannot Thereby Hide Its Hypocrisy, For Slavery Does Not Lose Its Infamy, However Noble The Master.

Have Friends. 'tis A Second Existence.