A slave thou art: free speech is not for thee. And my heart laughed within. And virtue they will curse, speaking harsh words. To look for the fig in winter is a madman's act: such is he who looks for his child when it is no longer allowed.
Neither in writing nor in reading wilt thou be able to lay down rules for others before thou shalt have first learned to…
When a man kisses his child, said Epictetus, he should whisper to himself, "To-morrow perchance thou wilt die."- But tho…