Never say that I have taken it, only that I have given it back.

Men are so thoughtless, nay, so mad, that some, through fear of death, force themselves to die.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)

There is no such thing as justice in the abstract; it is merely a compact between men in their various relations with each other, in whatever circumstances they may be, that they will neither injure nor be injured.

Why are you afraid of death? Where you are, death is not. Where death is, you are not. What is it that you fear.

There is no such thing as justice or injustice among those beasts that cannot make agreements not to injure or be injured. This is also true of those tribes that are unable or unwilling to make agreements not to injure or be injured.

The things you really need are few and easy to come by; but the things you can imagine you need are infinite, and you will never be satisfied.