To The Ignorant, Even The

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

A Rare Spoil For A Man Is The Winning Of A Good Wife; Very Plentiful Are The Worthless Women.

Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven, Fasting, For A Good Man's Love.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.