To Freemen, Threats Are Impotent.

The Pursuit, Even Of The Best Things, Ought To Be Calm And Tranquil.

This Is The Truth: As From A Fire Aflame Thousands Of Sparks Come Forth, Even So From The Creator An Infinity Of Beings Have Life And To Him Return Again.

Men Ought To Be Most Annoyed By The Sufferings Which Come From Their Own Faults.

Philosophy Is True Mother Of The Arts [of Science].

These (literary) Studies Are The Food Of Youth, And Consolation Of Age; They Adorn Prosperity, And Are The Comfort And Refuge Of Adversity; They Are Pleasant At Home, And Are No Incumbrance Abroad; They Accompany Us At Night, In Our Travels, And In Our Rural Retreats.