“Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.”

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Dig within. Within is the wellspring of Good; and it is always ready to bubble up, if you just dig.

If you are pained by external things, it is not they that disturb you, but your own judgement of them. And it is in your power to wipe out that judgement now.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future too.

For outward show is a wonderful perverter of the reason.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose.

When men are inhuman, take care not to feel towards them as they do towards other humans.

What we do now echoes in eternity.

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Men exist for the sake of one another.

Do not disturb yourself by picturing your life as a whole.