The Multitude Of Fools Is A Protection

For To Me Every Sort Of Peace With The Citizens Seemed To Be Of More Service Than Civil War.

Enjoy The Blessing Of Strength While You Have It And Do Not Bewail It When It Is Gone, Unless, Forsooth, You Believe That Youth Must Lament The Loss Of Infancy, Or Early Manhood The Passing Of Youth. Life's Race-course Is Fixed; Nature Has Only A Single Path And That Path Is Run But Once, And To Each Stage Of Existence Has Been Allotted Its Own Appropriate Quality; So That The Weakness Of Childhood, The Impetuosity Of Youth, The Seriousness Of Middle Life, The Maturity Of Old Age.. Each Bears Some Of Nature's Fruit, Which Must Be Garnered In Its Own Season.

Virtue Is Uniform, Conformable To Reason, And Of Unvarying Consistency; Nothing Can Be Added To It That Can Make It More Than Virtue; Nothing Can Be Taken From It, And The Name Of Virtue Be Left.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

We Were Born To Unite With Our Fellow Men, And To Join In Community With The Human Race.