Injustice Is Not Evil In Itself, But

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.

When We Exist, Death Is Not Yet Present, And When Death Is Present, Then We Do Not Exist.

But The Universe Is Infinite.

The Fool’s Life Is Empty Of Gratitude And Full Of Fears; Its Course Lies Wholly Toward The Future.

Pleasure Is Our First And Kindred Good. It Is The Starting Point Of Every Choice And Of Every Aversion, And To It We Always Come Back, Inasmuch As We Make Feeling The Rule By Which To Judge Of Every Good Thing.