Freedom And Slavery, The One Is The

First Say To Yourself What You Would Be; And Then Do What You Have To Do.

Crows Pick Out The Eyes Of The Dead, When The Dead Have No Longer Need Of Them; But Flatterers Mar The Soul Of The Living, And Her Eyes They Blind.

Who Are Those People By Whom You Wish To Be Admired? Are They Not These Whom You Are In The Habit Of Saying That They Are Mad? What Then? Do You Wish To Be Admired By The Mad?

Wherever Any One Is Against His Will, That Is To Him A Prison.

I Am Not Eternity, But A Man; A Part Of The Whole, As An Hour Is Of The Day.