Everything Since Homer Has Improved,

Of Men Eternally Dear! Happy Indeed If You Have Breathing-space From Pain: Blessed All The More If Death Should Heal You Of The Pain You Fear!

Death Is Not An Evil, Because It Frees Us From All Evils, And While It Takes Away Good Things, It Takes Away Also The Desire For Them. Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, Because It Deprives Us Of All Pleasures, Leaving Us Only The Appetite For Them, And It Brings With It All Sufferings. Nevertheless, We Fear Death, And We Desire Old Age.

He Who Travels Much Has This Advantage Over Others – That The Things He Remembers Soon Become Remote, So That In A Short Time They Acquire The Vague And Poetical Quality Which Is Only Given To Other Things By Time. He Who Has Not Traveled At All Has This Disadvantage – That All His Memories Are Of Things Present Somewhere, Since The Places With Which All His Memories Are Concerned Are Present.

The Old Man, Especially If He Is In Society In The Privacy Of His Thoughts, Though He May Protest The Opposite, Never Stops Believing That, Through Some Singular Exception Of The Universal Rule, He Can In Some Unknown And Inexplicable Way Still Make An Impression On Women.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.