The Golden Age, When Rambunctious

Whether A Man Hides His Bad Qualities And Vices Or Confesses Them Openly, His Vanity Wants To Gain An Advantage By It In Both Cases: Just Note How Subtly He Distinguishes Between Those He Will Hide His Bad Qualities From And Those He Will Face Honestly And Candidly.

Lying Very Still And Thinking Very Little Is The Most Inexpensive Medicine For All The Sicknesses Of The Soul, And When Administered With Good Intentions It Grows More And More Pleasant With Each Passing Hour.

But Let Me Open Up My Heart To You Completely, My Friends: If There Were Gods, How Could I Bear Not Being A God! Hence, There Areno Gods. I Drew This Conclusion, To Be Sure--but Now It Draws Me.

If Virtue Goes To Sleep, It Will Be More Vigorous When It Awakes.

Poets Are Shameless With Their Experiences: They Exploit Them.