I Spit Upon Luxurious Pleasures, Not For

Why Are You Afraid Of Death? Where You Are, Death Is Not. Where Death Is, You Are Not. What Is It That You Fear.

Why Should I Fear Death? If I Am, Death Is Not. If Death Is, I Am Not. Why Should I Fear That Which Can Only Exist When I Do Not?

If You Would Enjoy Real Freedom, You Must Be The Slave Of Philosophy.

We Cannot Live Pleasantly Without Living Wisely And Nobly And Righteously.

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.