How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.

Death hangs over thee: whilst yet thou livest, whilst thou mayest, be good.

Whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. So it is none the worse nor the be…

Whatever happens at all happens as it should; you will find this true, if you watch narrowly.