I Spit Upon Luxurious Pleasures,

Empty Is The Argument Of The Philosopher Which Does Not Relieve Any Human Suffering.

The Summit Of Pleasure Is The Elimination Of All That Gives Pain.

Most Beautiful Is The Sight Of Those Near And Dear To Us When Our Original Kinship Makes Us Of One Mind.

The Magnitude Of Pleasure Reaches Its Limit In The Removal Of All Pain. When Such Pleasure Is Present, So Long As It Is Uninterrupted, There Is No Pain Either Of Body Or Of Mind Or Of Both Together.

Do Everything Like Someone Is Gazing At You.