He Who Is Not Satisfied With A

I Was Not; I Have Been; I Am Not; I Do Not Mind.

My Garden Does Not Whet The Appetite; It Satisfies It. It Does Not Provoke Thirst Through Heedless Indulgence, But Slakes It By Proffering Its Natural Remedy. Amid Such Pleasures As These Have I Grown Old.

Some Men Spend Their Whole Life Furnishing For Themselves The Things Proper To Life Without Realizing That At Our Birth Each Of Us Was Poured A Mortal Brew To Drink.

There Is No Such Thing As Justice In The Abstract; It Is Merely A Compact Between Men.

What Will Happen To Me If That Which This Desire Seeks Is Achieved, And What If It Is Not?