θάνατος δέ γε καὶ ζωή, δόξα καὶ ἀδοξία, πόνος καὶ ἡδονή, πλοῦτος καὶ πενία, πάντα ταῦτα ἐπίσης συμβαίνει ἀνθρώπων τοῖς τε ἀγαθοῖς καὶ τοῖς κακοῖς, οὔτε καλὰ ὄντα οὔτε αἰσχρά. οὔτ ἄῤ ἀγαθὰ οὔτε κακά ἐστι.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 2.11
θάνατος δέ γε καὶ ζωή, δόξα καὶ ἀδοξία, πόνος καὶ ἡδονή, πλοῦτος καὶ πενία, πάντα ταῦτα ἐπίσης συμβαίνει ἀνθρώπων τοῖς τε ἀγαθοῖς καὶ τοῖς κακοῖς, οὔτε καλὰ ὄντα οὔτε αἰσχρά. οὔτ ἄῤ ἀγαθὰ οὔτε κακά ἐστι.
Qu’importe ! Ici tout berce, et rassure et caresse.
Plus d’ombre dans le coeur ! plus de soucis amers !
Une ineffable paix monte et descend sans cesse
Du bleu profond de l’âme au bleu profond des mers.
Take these men for your ensamples. Like them, remember that prosperity can be only for the free, that freedom is the sure possession of those alone who have the courage to defend it.
The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
Being modern’s not about the future, it’s about the present.