Who has a harder fight than he who is striving to overcome himself.

What thou art, that thou art.

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

Why seekest thou rest, since thou art born to labor? [Lat., Cur quaeris quietem, quam natus sis ad laborem?]

Endeavor to be always patient of the faults and imperfections of others; for thou hast many faults and imperfections of thine own that require forbearance. If thou art not able to make thyself that which thou wishest, how canst thou expect to mold another in conformity to thy will?