Everything Since Homer Has Improved, Except Poetry.

Nothing In The World Is So Rare As A Person One Can Always Put Up With.

Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, For It Deprives Man Of All Pleasures While Allowing His Appetites To Remain, And It Brings With It Every Possible Sorrow. Yet Men Fear Death And Desire Old Age.

The Greater Part Of The People We Assign To Educate Our Sons We Know For Certain Are Not Educated. Yet We Do Not Doubt That They Can Give What They Have Not Received, A Thing Which Cannot Be Otherwise Acquired.

He Who Travels Much Has This Advantage Over Others – That The Things He Remembers Soon Become Remote, So That In A Short Time They Acquire The Vague And Poetical Quality Which Is Only Given To Other Things By Time. He Who Has Not Traveled At All Has This Disadvantage – That All His Memories Are Of Things Present Somewhere, Since The Places With Which All His Memories Are Concerned Are Present.

Man Is Almost Always As Wicked As His Needs Require.