Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.
Build up no plan, nor any star pursue.
Go forth with crowds; in loneliness is danger.
Thus nothing Fate can send,
And nothing Fate can do
Shall pierce your peace, my friend.
Notes from Wikiquote
Titled "To the Unborn". Twenty (New York: The Macmillan Co., 1918), pp. 27–8