Man Was Born For Two Things--thinking And

Nature Abhors Annihilation.

Modesty Is That Feeling By Which Honorable Shame Acquires A Valuable And Lasting Authority.

We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

Thus Nature Has No Love For Solitude, And Always Leans, As It Were, On Some Support; And The Sweetest Support Is Found In The Most Intimate Friendship.

Let Flattery, The Handmaid Of The Vices, Be Far Removed (from Friendship). [lat., Assentatio, Vitiorum Adjutrix, Procul Amoveatur.]