Without labor there is no rest, nor without fighting can the victory be won.
Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step in repairing our loss.
Out of sight, out of mind. The absent are always in the wrong.
Thou shalt rest sweetly if thy heart condemn thee not.
Trust not to friends and kindred, neither do thou put off the care of thy soul's welfare til hereafter; for men will sooner forget thee than thou art aware of.