There Is No Such Thing As Justice

Whatsoever Causes No Annoyance When It Is Present, Causes Only A Groundless Pain In The Expectation. Death, Therefore, The Most Awful Of Evils, Is Nothing To Us, Seeing That, When We Are, Death Is Not Come, And, When Death Is Come, We Are Not. It Is Nothing, Then, Either To The Living Or To The Dead, For With The Living It Is Not And The Dead Exist No Longer.

It Is Impossible To Live A Pleasant Life Without Living Wisely And Honorably And Justly, And It Is Impossible To Live Wisely And Honorably And Justly Without Living Pleasantly. Whenever Any One Of These Is Lacking, When, For Instance, The Man Is Not Able To Live Wisely, Though He Lives Honorably And Justly, It Is Impossible For Him To Live A Pleasant Life.

It Is Vain To Ask Of The Gods What Man Is Capable Of Supplying For Himself.

It Is Not The Young Man Who Should Be Considered Fortunate But The Old Man Who Has Lived Well, Because The Young Man In His Prime Wanders Much By Chance, Vacillating In His Beliefs, While The Old Man Has Docked In The Harbor, Having Safeguarded His True Happiness.

Necessity Is An Evil; But There Is No Necessity For Continuing To Live Subject To Necessity.