In everything satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
Please go on, make your threats. I don't like to submit to mere implication.
Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself feared?
For he, indeed, who looks into the face of a friend beholds, as it were, a copy of himself.
O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are!
The spirit is the true self.