Death Is Nothing To Us: For That

No Pleasure Is Evil In Itself; But The Means By Which Certain Pleasures Are Gained Bring Pains Many Times Greater Than The Pleasures.

The Mind That Is Much Elevated And Insolent With Prosperity, And Cast Down With Adversity, Is Generally Abject And Base.

Whatsoever Causes No Annoyance When It Is Present, Causes Only A Groundless Pain In The Expectation. Death, Therefore, The Most Awful Of Evils, Is Nothing To Us, Seeing That, When We Are, Death Is Not Come, And, When Death Is Come, We Are Not. It Is Nothing, Then, Either To The Living Or To The Dead, For With The Living It Is Not And The Dead Exist No Longer.

It Is Possible To Provide Security Against Other Ills, But As Far As Death Is Concerned, We Men Live In A City Without Walls.

Injustice Is Not Evil In Itself, But Only In The Fear And Apprehension That One Will Not Escape Those Who Have Been Set Up To Punish The Offense.