My Mind's My Kingdom.

Sin Is A Basilisk Whose Eyes Are Full Of Venom. If The Eye Of Thy Soul See Her First, It Reflects Her Own Poison And Kills Her; If She See Thy Soul, Unseen, Or Seen Too Late, With Her Poison, She Kills Thee: Since Therefore Thou Canst Not Escape Thy Sin, Let Not Thy Sin Escape Thy Observation.

Neutrality Is Dangerous, Whereby Thou Becomest A Necessary Prey To The Conqueror.

Anger May Repast With Thee For An Hour, But Not Repose For A Night; The Continuance Of Anger Is Hatred, The Continuance Of Hatred Turns Malice.

The Way To Bliss Lies Not On Beds Of Down, And He That Had No Cross Deserves No Crown.

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.