If The Gods Have The Will To

Accustom Yourself To Believe That Death Is Nothing To Us, For Good And Evil Imply Awareness, And Death Is The Privation Of All Awareness; Therefore A Right Understanding That Death Is Nothing To Us Makes The Mortality Of Life Enjoyable, Not By Adding To Life An Unlimited Time, But By Taking Away The Yearning After Immortality. For Life Has No Terror; For Those Who Thoroughly Apprehend That There Are No Terrors For Them In Ceasing To Live.

He Who Understands The Limits Of Life Knows That It Is Easy To Obtain That Which Removes The Pain Of Want And Makes The Whole Of Life Complete And Perfect. Thus He Has No Longer Any Need Of Things Which Involve Struggle.

Death, The Most Dreaded Of Evils, Is Therefore Of No Concern To Us; For While We Exist Death Is Not Present, And When Death Is Present We No Longer Exist.

It Is Not The Young Man Who Should Be Considered Fortunate But The Old Man Who Has Lived Well, Because The Young Man In His Prime Wanders Much By Chance, Vacillating In His Beliefs, While The Old Man Has Docked In The Harbor, Having Safeguarded His True Happiness.

I Never Desired To Please The Rabble. What Pleased Them, I Did Not Learn; And What I Knew Was Far Removed From Their Understanding.