One Must Choose In All Things A

There Is No Word Or Action But Has Its Echo In Eternity.

He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

You Should Help A Man To Take Up A Burden, But You Should Not Help Him Put It Back Down.

We Ought Not To Quit Our Post Without The Permission Of Him Who Commands; The Post Of Man Is Life.