You Can Be Happy If

Crows Pick Out The Eyes Of The Dead, When The Dead Have No Longer Need Of Them; But Flatterers Mar The Soul Of The Living, And Her Eyes They Blind.

God Has Entrusted Me With Myself.

You Ought To Choose Both Physician And Friend, Not The Most Agreeable, But The Most Useful.

It Were No Slight Attainment Could We Merely Fulfil What The Nature Of Man Implies.

If You Desire To Be Good, Begin By Believing That You Are Wicked.