Man Must Be Arched And Buttressed From

I Search After Truth, By Which Man Never Yet Was Harmed.

I Will March On In The Path Of Nature Till My Legs Sink Under Me, And Then I Shall Be At Rest, And Expire Into That Air Which Has Given Me My Daily Breath.

Look Beneath The Surface; Let Not The Several Quality Of A Thing Nor Its Worth Escape Thee.

Your Mind Will Take On The Character Of Your Most Frequent Thoughts: Souls Are Dyed By Thoughts.

Let Not Your Mind Run On What You Lack As Much As On What You Have Already.