There Is Nothing Terrible In Life For

Death Is Meaningless To The Living Because They Are Living, And Meaningless To The Dead… Because They Are Dead.

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.

So Death, The Most Terrifying Of Ills, Is Nothing To Us, Since So Long As We Exist, Death Is Not With Us; But When Death Comes, Then We Do Not Exist. It Does Not Then Concern Either The Living Or The Dead, Since For The Former It Is Not, And The Latter Are No More.

Death Is Nothing To Us: For That Which Is Dissolved Is Without Sensation; And That Which Lacks Sensation Is Nothing To Us.

The Fool, With All His Other Faults, Has This Also, He Is Always Getting Ready To Live.