It Is Not So Much Our Friends'

The Art Of Living Well And The Art Of Dying Well Are One.

A Strict Belief In Fate Is The Worst Of Slavery, Imposing Upon Our Necks An Everlasting Lord And Tyrant, Whom We Are To Stand In Awe Of Night And Day.

No Pleasure Is Evil In Itself; But The Means By Which Certain Pleasures Are Gained Bring Pains Many Times Greater Than The Pleasures.

There Are Infinite Worlds Both Like And Unlike This World Of Ours. For The Atoms Being Infinite In Number... Are Borne On Far Out Into Space.

All Friendship Is Desirable In Itself, Though It Starts From The Need Of Help