Everything Is Mere Opinion.

A Rational Nature Admits Of Nothing But What Is Serviceable To The Rest Of Mankind.

This Is Moral Perfection: To Live Each Day As Though It Were The Last; To Be Tranquil, Sincere, Yet Not Indifferent To One's Fate.

All That Happens Is As Usual And Familiar As The Rose In Spring And The Crop In Summer.

Nothing Proceeds From Nothingness, As Also Nothing Passes Away Into Non-existence.

Keep Reminding Yourself Of The Way Things Are Connected, Of Great Relatedness. All Things Are Implicated In One Another And In Sympathy With Each Other. This Event Is The Consequence Of Some Other One. Things Push And Pull On Each Other, And Breathe Together, And Are One.