"Sweet is the memory of by-gone pain." How does philosophy, that should arm me to contend with fortune, and steel my courage to trample all human adversities under foot, arrive to this degree of cowardice to make me hide my head at this rate, and save myself by these pitiful and ridiculous shifts?
Nolaz, zoriari oldartzeko armak eskuetara paratu behar dizkidan filosofia, giza dohakabeen ororen ostikatzeko kuraia gogortu behar didana, itzulinguru herabe eta irrigarrien bidez untxi bat bezala nere itzurkiarazteko berazkeria horretara badator?