Friends, Though Absent, Are Still Present.

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.

Nature Abhors Annihilation. [lat., Ab Interitu Naturam Abhorrere.]

An Intemperate, Disorderly Youth Will Bring To Old Age, A Feeble And Worn-out Body.

If The Soul Has Food For Study And Learning, Nothing Is More Delightful Than An Old Age Of Leisure.

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.