My Enemy Is Not The

Immoderate Desire Is The Mark Of A Child, Not A Man.

By Convention Sweet Is Sweet, By Convention Bitter Is Bitter, By Convention Hot Is Hot, By Convention Cold Is Cold, By Convention Color Is Color. But In Reality There Are Atoms And The Void. That Is, The Objects Of Sense Are Supposed To Be Real And It Is Customary To Regard Them As Such, But In Truth They Are Not. Only The Atoms And The Void Are Real.

My Enemy Is Not The Man Who Wrongs Me, But The Man Who Means To Wrong Me.

Nature . . . Has Buried Truth Deep In The Bottom Of The Sea.

I Would Rather Discover One True Cause Than Gain The Kingdom Of Persia.