There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.