The Customs And Fashions Of

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

Small Projects Need Much More Help Than Great.

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

The Human Race Finds Itself In A Better Situation When It Has The Higher Level Of Freedom.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.