You have not been invited to somebody’s dinner-party? Of course not; for you didn’t give the host the price at which he sells his dinner. He sells it for praise; he sells it for personal attention. Give him the price, then, for which it is sold, if it is to your interest. But if you wish both not to give up the one and yet to get the other, you are insatiable and a simpleton. Have you, then, nothing in place of the dinner? Indeed you have; you have not had to praise the man you did not want to praise; you have not had to put up with the insolence of his doorkeepers.
Epictetus, Encheiridion (or Manual), translated by W.A. Oldfather
WelcomeWhen life gets dark, may you find some light, some spark to kindle a flame within. And may that flame become a fire that warms you and others for all of your days.