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When Anaxagoras Was Told Of The Death Of His Son, He Only Said, "i Knew He Was Mortal." So We In All Casualties Of Life Should Say "i Knew My Riches Were Uncertain, That My Friend Was But A Man." Such Considerations Would Soon Pacify Us, Because All Our Troubles Proceed From Their Being Unexpected.

Real Excellence, Indeed, Is Most Recognized When Most Openly Looked Into.

Neither Blame Or Praise Yourself.

The Superstitious Man Wishes He Did Not Believe In Gods, As The Atheist Does Not, But Fears To Disbelieve In Them.

The Mind Is Not A Vessel To Be Filled But A Fire To Be Kindled.