Consider well your neighbour, what an imbecile he is. 
Then ask yourself whether it be worth while paying any attention 
to what he thinks of you. Life is too short, and death 
the end of all things. Life must be lived, not endured.
...
Therefore the sage will go his way, prepared to find 
himself growing ever more out of sympathy with vulgar 
trends of opinion,  ...  
He scorns to make proselytes among his fellows: 
they are not worth it. He has better things to do. 
While others nurse their griefs, he nurses his joy. 
He endeavours to find himself at no matter what cost, 
and to be true to that self when found — a worthy and
ample occupation for a life-time.