But... But... But... If I choose a voluntary life of poverty, I won't be able to afford the elephant poop coffee!

Convenience is a degenerate philosophy. It softens men, weakens the spirit, and atrophies the will.

Effort and virtue are close bedfellows, and inasmuch as one argues in favor of convenience, he is a handmaiden of cultural and spiritual decay.

Socrates raised the cup to his lips and very cheerfully and quietly drained it. Up to that time most of us had been able to restrain our tears fairly well, but when we watched him drinking and saw that he had drunk the poison, we could do so no longer, but in spite of myself my tears rolled down in floods, so that I wrapped my face in my cloak and wept for myself; for it was not for him that I wept, but for my own misfortune in being deprived of such a friend. Crito had got up and gone away even before I did, because he could not restrain his tears. But Apollodorus, who had been weeping all the time before, then wailed aloud in his grief and made us all break down, except Socrates himself. But he said, “What conduct is this, you strange men! I sent the women away chiefly for this very reason, that they might not behave in this absurd way; for I have heard that it is best to die in silence. Keep quiet and be brave.” Then we were ashamed and controlled our tears.