If I Lack Awareness, Then Why Should

Calumny Is Only The Noise Of Madmen.

If Your Cloak Was A Gift, I Appreciate It; If It Was A Loan, I'm Not Through With It Yet.

He Was Breakfasting In The Marketplace, And The Bystanders Gathered Round Him With Cries Of "dog." "it Is You Who Are Dogs," Cried He, "when You Stand Round And Watch Me At My Breakfast."

The Chief Good Is The Suspension Of The Judgment [especially Negative Judgement], Which Tranquillity Of Mind Follows Like Its Shadow.

The Art Of Being A Slave Is To Rule One's Master.