And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to and end; but that was not to be.

Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist.

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

And all the time - such is the tragic comedy of our situation - we continue to clamor for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.

Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.