The Only Thing That Isn't Worthless: To

The Soul Is Dyed By The Thoughts. Dye It Then, With A Continuous Series Of Such Thoughts As These - That Where A Man Can Live, There - If He Will - He Can Also Live Well.

The Cucumber Is Bitter? Then Throw It Out. There Are Brambles In The Path? Then Go Around. That's All You Need To Know.

He Who Eats My Bread, Does My Will.

No One Wearies Of Benefits Received.

The Lot Assigned To Every Man Is Suited To Him, And Suits Him To Itself.