The Entire Most Beautiful Order Of Things

Why Is It That Man Desires To Be Made Sad, Beholding Doleful And Tragical Things, Which Yet Himself Would By No Means Suffer?

He Who Labours, Prays.

Modo, Et Modo, Non Habebent Modum. By-and-by Has No End.

My Weight Is My Love.

You Have Enemies. For Who Can Live On This Earth Without Them? Take Heed To Yourselves: Love Them. In No Way Can Your Enemy So Hurt You By His Violence, As You Hurt Yourself If You Love Him Not.