The Rightness Of A Thing Isn't Determined

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

It Is Something, I Thought, When A King Can Put A Courtesan To The Blush.

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.

Change Is The Sum Of The Universe, And What Is Of Nature Ought Not To Be Feared. But One Gives It Hostages, And Lays One's Grief Upon The Gods. Sokrates Is Free, And Would Have Taught Me Freedom. But I Have Yoked The Immortal Horse That Draws The Chariot With A Horse Of Earth; And When The One Falls, Both Are Entangled In The Traces.

In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.