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.
Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.
The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
Dancing is as old as love.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.