They Yearn For What They Fear For.

Where The Way Is Hardest, There Go Thou; Follow Your Own Path And Let People Talk.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

In Judgement Be Ye Not Too Confident, Even As A Man Who Will Appraise His Corn When Standing In A Field, Ere It Is Ripe.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.