I would have you imagine, then, that there exists in the mind of man a block of wax... and that we remember and know what is imprinted as long as the image lasts; but when the image is effaced, or cannot be taken, then we forget or do not know.
I do not think it is permitted that a better man be harmed by a worse.
The blame is his who chooses: God is blameless.
Necessity, who is the mother of our invention.
Life should be lived as play.
And tell him it's quite true that the best of the philosophers are of no use to their fellows; but that he should blame, not the philosophers, but those who fail to make use of them.