The Word Is The Shadow Of The

If You Would Know Contentment, Let Your Deeds Be Few.

Now As Of Old The Gods Give Men All Good Things, Excepting Only Those That Are Baneful And Injurious And Useless. These, Now As Of Old, Are Not Gifts Of The Gods: Men Stumble Into Them Themselves Because Of Their Own Blindness And Folly.

Word Is A Shadow Of A Deed.

Hope Of Ill Gain Is The Beginning Of Loss.

Do Not Trust All Men, But Trust Men Of Worth; The Former Course Is Silly, The Latter A Mark Of Prudence.