There Is No One Who Would Not

In A Crowd, On A Journey, At A Banquet Even, A Line Of Thought Can Itself Provide Its Own Seclusion.

Give Bread To A Stranger, In The Name Of The Universal Brotherhood Which Binds Together All Men Under The Common Father Of Nature.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

Fear Of The Future Is Worse Than One's Present Fortune.

To Swear, Except When Necessary, Is Becoming To An Honorable Man. [lat., In Totum Jurare, Nisi Ubi Necesse Est, Gravi Viro Parum Convenit.]