We Think There Is Color, We Think

We Know Nothing In Reality; For Truth Lies In An Abyss.

To Speak But Little Becomes A Woman; And She Is Best Adorned Who Is In Plain Attire.

By Convention Sweet Is Sweet, By Convention Bitter Is Bitter, By Convention Hot Is Hot, By Convention Cold Is Cold, By Convention Color Is Color. But In Reality There Are Atoms And The Void. That Is, The Objects Of Sense Are Supposed To Be Real And It Is Customary To Regard Them As Such, But In Truth They Are Not. Only The Atoms And The Void Are Real.

Happiness Resides Not In Possessions, And Not In Gold, Happiness Dwells In The Soul.

The Animal Needing Something Knows How Much It Needs, The Man Does Not.