Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.

Oh To Have A Lodge In Some Vast Wilderness. Where Rumors Of Oppression And Deceit, Of Unsuccessful And Successful Wars May Never Reach Me Anymore.

Alas! If My Best Friend, Who Laid Down His Life For Me, Were To Remember All The Instances In Which I Have Neglected Him, And To Plead Them Against Me In Judgment, Where Should I Hide My Guilty Head In The Day Of Recompense? I Will Pray, Therefore, For Blessings On My Friends, Even Though They Cease To Be So, And Upon My Enemies, Though They Continue Such.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.

Vice Stings Us Even In Our Pleasures, But Virtue Consoles Us Even In Our Pains.