Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's

What Do We Have In Common With The Rosebud, Which Trembles Because A Drop Of Dew Lies On Its Body?

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.

The Beating Of Drums, Which Delights Young Writers Who Serve A Party, Sounds To Him Who Does Not Belong To The Party Line Like A Rattling Of Chains, And Excites Sympathy Rather Than Admiration.

It Is Doubtful Whether Anyone Who Has Travelled Widely Has Found Anywhere In The World Regions More Ugly Than In The Human Face.

What Is Not Intelligible To Me Is Not Necessarily Unintelligent