I Depart From Life As From An

If I Err In Belief That The Souls Of Men Are Immortal, I Gladly Err, Nor Do I Wish This Error Which Gives Me Pleasure To Be Wrested From Me While I Live.

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

Judge Not By The Number, But By The Weight.

Exile Is Terrible To Those Who Have, As It Were, A Circumscribed Habitation; But Not To Those Who Look Upon The Whole Globe But As One City.

No One Dances Sober, Unless He Is Insane.