Of conflicts with others we make retorica, of conflicts with ourselves poetry

Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.

Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?