Grief (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the rack itself: lust brings heat, joy levity, fear meanness, but grief consumes, tears, and utterly destroys a man.

Grief (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠never only for our own loss: its bitter tears come from imagining that the one we loved is deprived of life's good things and feels it.

Grief (n.) waits ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠for leisure: Pompey's friends, fleeing the enemy as he lay dying, began to lament him only when they reached Tyre.

Grief (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠doubly unjust: born mortal, we demand the condition of the immortals, and we take it to heart that we must restore what was only lent.

Death (n.) or ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠life — which is better, the immortal Gods know; but no mortal man does.

Death (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠so far from being an evil that it may be the only real good a man has.

Death (n.) has ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠no connection with either the living or the dead: the dead do not exist, and the living are not yet touched by it.

Death (n.) withdraws ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠us from evil, not from good.

Pain (n.) exists ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠more in opinion than in nature: Marius was the first man ever operated on without being tied down, and others then bore it by force of example — though Marius would not offer the other thigh.

Pain (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠proved an evil, said Dionysius of Heraclea, by the fact that after so many years of philosophy he still could not bear it.

Pain (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠to no purpose: however troublesome it is, I will never acknowledge it an evil.

Pain (n.) need ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not be enjoyed — bearing it with courage is sufficient; for pain is beyond all question sharp, bitter, against nature, hard to bear.

Anger (n.) cannot ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be natural, since men repent of it: Alexander could scarcely keep his hands from himself after he had killed Clitus.

Anger (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a swelling of the mind, and a swollen mind is no more in order than a swollen hand.

Anger (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the worst moment to punish: \"How I would have treated you,\" Archytas told his steward, \"if I had not been in a passion!\"

Anger (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the lust of revenge.

Philosophy (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the guide of life: one day spent well by her precepts is preferable to an eternity of error.

Philosophy (n.) founded ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the city: she called the scattered race of men together into social life, first as neighbors, then by marriages, and lastly by speech.

Philosophy (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the medicine of our souls: it banishes groundless apprehensions, frees us from desires, and drives away fears.

Philosophy (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a medicine of the soul that cannot be fetched from abroad, as a doctor is for the body: we must work our own cure.

Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠harder to understand inside the body — a place that does not really belong to it — than set free in the æther, its own habitation.

Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a certain straining of the body, like what is called harmony in music — so at death it is simply put out of tune.

Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠eternal because it moves itself: never forsaken by itself, it can never cease to be moved.

Soul (n.) has ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠something naturally soft, low and languid in every man; were there nothing besides, men would be the greatest of monsters.

Virtue (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not like Corinthian furniture: lose one piece of that and the rest is safe, but lack one virtue and you are stripped of all.

Virtue (n.) seems ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the more commendable the less the people are courted, and the fewer eyes there are to see it.

Virtue (n.) takes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠its very name from vir, a man, and its two principal duties are to despise death and pain.

Virtue (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠act for eternity even in a man who believes his soul is mortal; glory inevitably attends it, though glory is not its object.

Happiness (n.) cannot ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be read from fortune: asked whether the lucky Archelaus was happy, Socrates said, \"I do not know, for I never conversed with him.\"

Happiness (n.) does ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not come in degrees: if anything is wanting to make a man happier, he is not happy at all.

Happiness (n.) means ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠an absolute enjoyment of good without any alloy of evil.

Happiness (n.) will ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠go with the virtues even to the torture, for neither can the virtues hold together without happiness, nor happiness without them.

Fear (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the stone of Tantalus, hanging over the head of everyone whose mind revolts from reason.

Fear (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠grief that has not yet arrived: whatever we grieve at when present, we dread when it hangs over us and approaches.

Fear (n.) makes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a quiet and tranquil mind impossible when it dreads what cannot be avoided.

Fear (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠caution destitute of reason.

Wisdom (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠often concealed in mean attire.

Wisdom (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠never being surprised: thinking, before the event, that there is nothing which may not come to pass.

Wisdom (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠an acquaintance with all divine and human affairs, and a knowledge of the cause of everything.

Wisdom (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the soundness of the mind; folly is its unsoundness, which is insanity.