Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.

I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking.

I was still more concerned (a preference which you may be far from resenting) to strike a blow for Epicurus, that great man whose holiness and divinity of nature were not shams, who alone had and imparted true insight into the good, and who brought deliverance to all that consorted with him.

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.

How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.

Dancing is as old as love.

Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.