Not just those who hate and those who
envy us limit and oppress us; those who
love us limit us no less;
May the gods grant that I, stripped of
affection, enjoy the cold liberty of the
highest peaks,
Without a thing.
He who wants little has everything; and
he who wants nothing, is free;
in having and wanting nothing.
Man is like the gods.
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