Of Pleasures, Those Which Occur

I Have To Die. If It Is Now, Well Then I Die Now; If Later, Then Now I Will Take My Lunch, Since The Hour For Lunch Has Arrived - And Dying I Will Tend To Later.

Remember That You Are In Actor In A Play Of Such A Kind That The Author Chooses...for This Is Your Duty, To Act Well The Part That Is Given To You; But To Select The Part Belongs To Another.

Crows Pick Out The Eyes Of The Dead, When The Dead Have No Longer Need Of Them; But Flatterers Mar The Soul Of The Living, And Her Eyes They Blind.

Asked, Who Is The Rich Man? Epictetus Replied, �he Who Is Content.

A Soul Which Is Conversant With Virtue Is Like An Ever Flowing Source, For It Is Pure And Tranquil And Potable And Sweet And Communicative (social) And Rich And Harmless And Free From Mischief.