One Is Punished Best For

Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing, And The Deification Of Existence.

All Things Are Subject To Interpretation Whichever Interpretation Prevails At A Given Time Is A Function Of Power And Not Truth.

A Little Poison Now And Then: That Makes For Pleasant Dreams. And A Lot Of Poison At The End, For A Pleasant Death.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's Superior Style.