Nothing that goes on in anyone else's mind can harm you.

The universal nature out of the universal substance, as if it were wax, now molds a horse, and when it has broken this up, it uses the material for a tree, then for a man, then for something else.

"Sweep me up and send me where you please." For there I will retain my spirit, tranquil and content, as long as it can feel and act in harmony with its own nature. Is a change of place enough reason for my soul to become unhappy and worn, for me to become depressed, humbled, cowering, and afraid? Can you discover any reasons for this?

As for literature, thefts cannot harm it, while the lapse of ages augments its value

Remember that to change your mind and follow him who sets you right is to be none the less free than you were before.

Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under thy observation in life.

Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.