Nothing is so contemptible as the sentiments of the mob.
It’s in the very trickery that it pleases me. But show me how the trick is done, and I have lost my interest therein.
What-so-ever the mind has ordained for itself, it has achieved
Our (the Stoic) motto, as you know, is live according to nature.
The way is long if one follows precepts, but short... if one follows patterns.
We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.