What We Do Now Echoes In Eternity.

Waste Not The Remnant Of Thy Life In Those Imaginations Touching Other Folk, Whereby Thou Contributest Not To The Common Weal.

No State Sorrier Than That Of The Man Who Keeps Up A Continual Round, And Pries Into "the Secrets Of The Nether World," As Saith The Poet, And Is Curious In Conjecture Of What Is In His Neighbour's Heart.

A Little Flesh, A Little Breath, And A Reason To Rule All - That Is Myself.

Because Other People Are Fools, Must You Be So Too?

Love Only What Befalls You And Is Spun For You By Fate.