"I have gained this much at least," said he; "I have learned to know you, O Timon, and I understand now that if you cannot solve my life's riddle, no other man can." Timon gazed for a time at the smooth surface of the sea, in which the new moon was reflected; then he said,-- "Hast thou seen those flocks of birds, Cinna, which fly past here in winter from northern glooms? Dost thou know what they seek in Egypt?" "I do. Warmth and light." "Souls of men also seek warmth, which is love, and light, which means truth. The birds know whither they are flying for their good; but souls are flying over roadless places, in wandering, in sadness, and disquiet." "Why can they not find the road, noble Timon?" "Once man's repose was in the gods; to-day, faith in the gods is burnt out, like oil in a lamp. Men thought that to souls philosophy would be the light of truth; to-day, as thou knowest best of all, on its ruins in Rome and in the Academy in Athens, and here, sit Sceptics, to whom it seemed that it was bringing in peace, but it brought in disquiet. For to renounce light and heat is to leave the soul in darkness, which is disquiet. Hence, stretching out our hands before us, we seek an exit in groping." "Hast thou not found it?" "I have sought, and I have not found it. Thou hast sought it in pleasure, I in thought; and the same mist encircles us. Know then that not thou alone art suffering, but in thee the soul of the world is tortured. Is it long since thou hast ceased to believe in the gods?" "At Rome they are honored publicly yet, and even new ones are brought from Asia and Egypt; but no one believes in them sincerely, except dealers in vegetables, who come in the morning from the country to the city." "And these are the only people who live in peace." "They are like those who bow down here to cats and onions." "Just like those, who, in the manner of beasts, ask for nothing beyond sleep after eating." "But is life worth the living in view of this?" "Do I know what death will bring?" "What is the difference, then, between thee and the Sceptics?" "Sceptics are satisfied with darkness, or feign that they are satisfied, but I suffer in it." "And thou seest no salvation?" Timon was silent for a moment, and then answered slowly, as if with hesitation,-- "I wait for it." "Whence?" "I know not." Then he rested his head on the palm of his hand; and as if under the influence of that silence which had settled down on the terrace, he began to speak in a low and measured voice,-- "A wonderful thing; but at times it seems to me that if the world contained nothing beyond that which we know, and if we could be nothing more than we are, this disquiet would not exist in us. So in this sickness I find hope of health. Faith in Olympus and philosophy are dead, but health may be some new truth which I know not."