How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.
The mind is not all that different from those dogs in Aesop which, descrying what appeared to be a corpse floating on the sea yet being unable to get at it, set about lapping up the water so as to dry out a path to it, and suffocated themselves.
Difficulty is a coin which the learned conjure with so as not to reveal the vanity of their studies and which human stupidity is keen to accept in payment.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.
The Stoics forbid this emotion to their sages as being base and cowardly.