Stranger: Socrates, it’s your birthday today. The month is Blessed by the gods.
Socrates: Well stranger indeed what you say is true. The day of birth marks the end of a play, that is now old, and the beginning of a new one, new. Man is gods plaything and that is the best part of him. Life must be lived as a play.
I do not know, men of Athens, how my accusers affected you; as for me, I
By: Francis Bacon DISSIMULATION is but a faint kind of policy, or wisdom; for it asketh
By: RUDYARD KIPLING If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing
By: Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply
I pass by his house,Finding its door open.My beloved stands beside his mother,His siblings all around
