When I Cease To Be Indignant I

The Finest Virtues Can Become Deformed With Age. The Precise Mind Becomes Finicky; The Thrifty Man, Miserly; The Cautious Man, Timorous; The Man Of Imagination, Fanciful. Even Perseverance Ends Up In A Sort Of Stupidity. Just As, On The Other Hand, Being Too Willing To Understand Too Many Opinions, Too Diverse Ways Of Seeing, Constancy Is Lost And The Mind Goes Astray In A Restless Fickleness.

Work And Struggle And Never Accept An Evil That You Can Change.

Man's First And Greatest Victory Must Be Won Against The Gods.

The Pettiness Of A Mind Can Be Measured By The Pettiness Of Its Adoration Or Its Blasphemy.

Actions Whose Motives He Cannot Understand That Is, Actions Not Prompted By The Hope Of Profit.