Diogenes dedicated to Asclepius a bruiser who, whenever people fell on their faces, used to run up to them and bruise them.
All the curses of tragedy, he used to say, had lighted upon him. At all events he was
A homeless exile, to his country dead.
A wanderer who begs his daily bread.
But he claimed that to fortune he could oppose courage, to convention nature, to passion reason.
When he was sunning himself in the Craneum, Alexander came and stood over him and said, "Ask of me any boon you like."
To which he replied, "Stand out of my light."
Some one had been reading aloud for a very long time, and when he was near the end of the roll pointed to a space with no writing on it.
"Cheer up, my men," cried Diogenes; "there's land in sight!"
—Diogenes Laërtius, 6.38
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