Let Them (the Wicked) See The Beauty

That No One, No One At All, Should Try To Search Into Himself! But The Wallet Of The Person In Front Is Carefully Kept In View. [lat., Ut Nemo In Sese Tentat Descendere, Nemo! Sed Praecedenti Spectatur Mantica Tergo.]

But When To-morrow Comes, Yesterday's Morrow Will Have Been Already Spent: And Lo! A Fresh Morrow Will Be For Ever Making Away With Our Years, Each Just Beyond Our Grasp.

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.