Socrates ... did not write. It seems academically obvious that he perished because he did not publish!

Living the same sorrows three times was a suffering, but it was a suffering to relive even the same joys. The joy of life is born from feeling, whether it be joy or grief, always of short duration, and woe to those who know they will enjoy eternal bliss.

The comic is the perception of the opposite; humor is the feeling of it.

Is it worth it to be born if you cannot remember it later? And, technically speaking, had I ever been born? Other people, of course, said that I was. As far as I know, I was born in late April, at sixty years of age, in a hospital room.

Followers of the occult believe in only what they already know, and in those things that confirm what they have already learned.

We are always remaking history. Our memory is always an interpretive reconstruction of the past, so is perspective.

And what would we be, we sinful creatures, without fear, perhaps the most foresighted, the most loving of the divine gifts?