Nothing In The World Is So Rare

Death Is Not An Evil, Because It Frees Us From All Evils, And While It Takes Away Good Things, It Takes Away Also The Desire For Them. Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, Because It Deprives Us Of All Pleasures, Leaving Us Only The Appetite For Them, And It Brings With It All Sufferings. Nevertheless, We Fear Death, And We Desire Old Age.

The Greater Part Of The People We Assign To Educate Our Sons We Know For Certain Are Not Educated. Yet We Do Not Doubt That They Can Give What They Have Not Received, A Thing Which Cannot Be Otherwise Acquired.

What Do You Do There, Moon, In The Sky? Tell Me What You Do, Silent Moon. When Evening Comes You Rise And Go Contemplating Wastelands; Then You Set.

The Old Man, Especially If He Is In Society In The Privacy Of His Thoughts, Though He May Protest The Opposite, Never Stops Believing That, Through Some Singular Exception Of The Universal Rule, He Can In Some Unknown And Inexplicable Way Still Make An Impression On Women.

The World Laughs At Things It Would Really Prefer To Admire, And Like Aesop's Fox It Criticizes Things It Covets.