Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.

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

The guilty man may escape, but he cannot be sure of doing so.

Tranquil pleasure constitutes human beings' supreme good

Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.

Pleasure is our first and kindred good. It is the starting point of every choice and of every aversion, and to it we always come back, inasmuch as we make feeling the rule by which to judge of every good thing.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.