Suspicion Follows Close On Mistrust.

It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer You.

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

Who Cannot Resolve Upon A Moment's Notice To Live His Own Life, He Forever Lives A Slave To Others.

Did The Almighty, Holding In His Right Hand Truth, And In His Left Hand Search After Truth, Deign To Proffer Me The One I Might Prefer, In All Humility, But Without Hesitation, I Should Request Search After Truth.