All opinions in the world agree in this, that pleasure is our end, although they differ as to the means of attaining it.

That is why Bias jested with those who were going through the perils of a great storm with him and calling on the gods for help: "Shut up," he said, "so that they do not realize that you are here with me.

There is nothing which so poisons princes as flattery, nor anything whereby wicked men more easily obtain credit and favor with them.

When Socrates, after being relieved of his irons, felt the relish of the itching that their weight had caused in his legs, he rejoiced to consider the close alliance between pain and pleasure.

It is putting a very high price on one's conjectures to have someone roasted alive on their account.

'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

The reverse side of truth has a hundred thousand shapes and no defined limits.