The Beginning Of Philosophy Is

With Ills Unending Strives The Putter Off.

Let No Man Think That He Is Loved By Any Who Loveth None.

No Matter What Happens, It Is Within My Power To Turn It To My Advantage.

The Origin Of Sorrow Is This: To Wish For Something That Does Not Come To Pass.

When We Act Pugnaciously, And Injuriously, And Angrily, And Rudely, To What Level Have We Degenerated? To The Level Of The Wild Beasts. Well, The Fact Is That Some Of Us Are Wild Beasts Of A Larger Size, While Others Are Little Animals, Malignant And Petty.