There is nothing truly serious in life. All words sound hollow when one listens to them carefully.

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?

"To fashion stars out of dog dung, that is the Great Work. To take a negative experience and, by comparing it to something worse, make it feel good, is the great skill."

As a stoic I must despise injury or, rather, I must not feel it, must not be affected by it so that it cannot violate the freedom of my soul.

Very few of us are capable of being Free Thinkers, needing neither to adore nor to insult God, the insult often being an act of faith more profound than adoration.

Guard against idols -- yes, guard against all idols, of which surely the greatest is oneself.

Neglecting small things under the pretext of wanting to accomplish large ones is the excuse of a coward.