Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.

He who knows himself well is mean and abject in his own sight, and takes no delight in the vain praise of men.

All men are frail; but thou shouldst reckon none so frail as thyself.

Be thankful for the smallest blessing, and you will be worthy to receive greater.

Remember always your end, and that lost time does not return.

Love longs to be free, a stranger to every worldly desire, lest its inner vision become dimmed, and lest worldly self-interest hinder it or ill-fortune cast it down.

Whatever you do, do it with intelligence, and keep the end in view.