The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never

The Youth Who, Like A Woman, Loves To Adorn His Person, Has Renounced All Claim To Wisdom And To Glory; Glory Is Due To Those Only Who Dare To Associate With Pain, And Have Trampled Pleasure Under Their Feet.

Exactness And Neatness In Moderation Is A Virtue, But Carried To Extremes Narrows The Mind.

We Must Truly Serve Those Whom We Appear To Command; We Must Bear With Their Imperfections, Correct Them With Gentleness And Patience, And Lead Them In The Way To Heaven.

The History Of The World Suggests That Without Love Of God There Is Little Likelihood Of A Love For Man That Does Not Become Corrupt.

God Never Ceases To Speak To Us, But The Noise Of The World Without And The Tumult Of Our Passions Within Bewilder Us And Prevent Us From Listening To Him