Most Pleasures Embrace Us But To Strangle.

When Socrates, After Being Relieved Of His Irons, Felt The Relish Of The Itching That Their Weight Had Caused In His Legs, He Rejoiced To Consider The Close Alliance Between Pain And Pleasure.

Friendship Is The Highest Degree Of Perfection In Society.

It Is A Stupid Presumption To Go About Despising And Condemning As False Anything That Seems To Us Improbable; This Is A Common Fault In Those Who Think They Have More Intelligence Than The Crowd.

Disappointment And Feebleness Imprint Upon Us A Cowardly And Valetudinarian Virtue.

What Kind Of Truth Is It Which Has These Mountains As Its Boundary And Is A Lie Beyond Them?