A life whose beginning we do not remember, and whose end we do not know.
Folly is as great as the sea, it will compass anything.
For human nature is strange: the less we are inclined to self-sacrifice, the more we insist on it in others.
Perfect the Will, the Mind, Feeling, their corporeal organs and their material tools; be useful to yourselves, to your own ones, and to others; and Happiness, insofar as it exists on this earth, will come of itself.
Pity is an emotion equally unpleasant to the bestower as to the recipient.
Don’t think about happiness. If it doesn’t come, there’s no disappointment; if it does come, it’s a surprise.