"BUT how is it possible that a man worth
nothing, naked, without house or home,
squalid, unattended, who belongs to no country,
can lead a prosperous life?" — See, God hath sent
us one to show, in fact, that it is possible.
"Take
notice of me, that I am without a country, without
a house, without an estate, without a servant; I
lie on the ground; no wife, no children, no coat,
but only earth and heaven and one sorry cloak.
And what do I want? Am not I without sorrow,
without fear? Am not I free? Did any of you
ever see me disappointed of my desire, or incurring
my aversion? Did I ever blame God or man?
Did I ever accuse anyone? Hath any of you
seen me look discontented? How do I treat
those whom you fear, and of whom you are struck
with awe? Is it not like sorry slaves? Who that
sees me doth not think that he sees his own king
and master?" This is the language, this the
character, this the undertaking, of a Cynic.
EPICTETUS. DISCOURSES. Book iii. §22. ¶5.
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