Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.