To A Wise Man, The Whole Earth

Men Have Made An Idol Of Luck As An Excuse For Their Own Thoughtlessness.

We Think There Is Color, We Think There Is Sweet, We Think There Is Bitter, But In Reality There Are Atoms And A Void.

We Know Nothing Accurately In Reality, But [only] As It Changes According To The Bodily Condition, And The Constitution Of Those Things That Flow Upon [the Body] And Impinge Upon It.

It Is Better To Destroy One's Own Errors Than Those Of Others.

All Things Happen By Virtue Of Necessity.