It Is Pathetic To Observe How Lowly

Manhood And Sagacity Ripen Of Themselves; It Suffices Not To Repress Or Distort Them.

For A Man Who Has Done His Natural Duty, Death Is As Natural As Sleep.

At Best, The True Philosopher Can Fulfil His Mission Very Imperfectly, Which Is To Pilot Himself, Or At Most A Few Voluntary Companions Who May Find Themselves In The Same Boat.

Fear First Created The Gods.

Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour; And When To This Hearsay Within The Mind We Add The Falsified Echoes That Reach Us From Others, We Have But A Shifting And Unseizable Basis To Build Upon. The Picture We Frame Of The Past Changes Continually And Grows Every Day Less Similar To The Original Experience Which It Purports To Describe.