Shame On All Eloquence Which Leaves Us

A Volunteer, You Assign Yourself Specific Roles And Risks According To Your Judgement Of Their Brilliance And Importance, And You See When Life Itself May Be Justifiably Devoted To Them.

To Compose Our Character Is Our Duty, Not To Compose Books, And To Win, Not Battles And Provinces, But Order And Tranquility In Our Conduct. Our Great And Glorious Masterpiece Is To Live Appropriately. All Other Things, Ruling, Hoarding, Building, Are Only Little Appendages And Props, At Most.

True Freedom Is To Have Power Over Oneself For Everything.

Scratching Is One Of Nature's Sweetest Gratifications, And Nearest At Hand.

Wise People Are Foolish If They Cannot Adapt To Foolish People.