The Search For Truth Is More Precious

They Make Glorious Shipwreck Who Are Lost In Seeking Worlds.

Pleasures, Riches, Honor And Joy Are Sure To Have Care, Disgrace, Adversity And Affliction In Their Train. There Is No Pleasure Without Pain, No Joy Without Sorrow. O The Folly Of Expecting Lasting Felicity In A Vale Of Tears, Or A Paradise In A Ruined World.

A Man Who Does Not Lose His Reason Over Certain Things Has None To Lose.

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.