Busy idleness urges us on.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?
Why do you hasten to remove anything which hurts your eye, while if something affects your soul you postpone the cure until next year?
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.