While The Sick Man Has Life, There

Hatred Is A Settled Anger.

The Evil Implanted In Man By Nature Spreads So Imperceptibly, When The Habit Of Wrong-doing Is Unchecked, That He Himself Can Set No Limit To His Shamelessness.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.

The Precept, "know Yourself," Was Not Solely Intended To Obviate The Pride Of Mankind; But Likewise That We Might Understand Our Own Worth.

No Wise Man Ever Thought That A Traitor Should Be Trusted.