My Precept To All Who Build, Is,

An Agreement Of Rash Men (a Conspiracy).

Who Can Love The Man He Fears. Or By Who He Thinks He Is Himself Feared?

We Are Not Born, We Do Not Live For Ourselves Alone; Our Country, Our Friends, Have A Share In Us.

Let Your Desires Be Ruled By Reason.

In Fact The Whole Passion Ordinarily Termed Love (and Heaven Help Me If I Can Think Of Any Other Term To Apply To It) Is Of Such Exceeding Triviality That I See Nothing That I Think Comparable With It.