Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A

One Must Have All The Virtues To Sleep Well. Shall I Bear False Witness? Shall I Commit Adultery? Shall I Covet My Neighbor's Maid? All That Would Go Ill With Good Sleep.

Undeserved Praise Causes More Pangs Of Conscience Later Than Undeserved Blame, But Probably Only For This Reason, That Our Power Of Judgment Are More Completely Exposed By Being Over Praised Than By Being Unjustly Underestimated.

In Compassionate Men, Severity Is A Virtue.

All Things Are Subject To Interpretation Whichever Interpretation Prevails At A Given Time Is A Function Of Power And Not Truth.

It Is Some Fundamental Certainty Which A Noble Soul Has About Itself, Something Which Is Not To Be Sought, Is Not To Be Found, And Perhaps, Also, Is Not To Be Lost. The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself.