If God Listened To The Prayers Of

Some Men Spend Their Whole Life Furnishing For Themselves The Things Proper To Life Without Realizing That At Our Birth Each Of Us Was Poured A Mortal Brew To Drink.

Justice Is Never Anything In Itself, But In The Dealings Of Men With One Another In Any Place Whatever And At Any Time. It Is A Kind Of Compact Not To Harm Or Be Harmed.

Most Beautiful Is The Sight Of Those Near And Dear To Us When Our Original Kinship Makes Us Of One Mind.

My Garden Does Not Whet The Appetite; It Satisfies It. It Does Not Provoke Thirst Through Heedless Indulgence, But Slakes It By Proffering Its Natural Remedy. Amid Such Pleasures As These Have I Grown Old.

A Strong Belief In Fate Is The Worst Kind Of Slavery; On The Other Hand, There Is A Comfort In The Thought That God Will Be Moved By Our Prayers.