Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

In His Heart Every Man Knows Quite Well That, Being Unique, He Will Be In The World Only Once And That No Imaginable Chance Will For A Second Time Gather Together Into A Unity So Strangely Variegated An Assortment As He Is: He Knows It But Hides It Like A Bad Conscience.

However Unchristian It May Seem, I Do Not Even Bear Any Ill Feeling Towards Myself.

When We Cannot Stand Certain People, We Try To Have Suspicions About Them.

What Destroys A Man More Quickly Than To Work, Think And Feel Without Inner Necessity, Without Any Deep Personal Desire, Without Pleasure - As A Mere Automaton Of Duty?