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

In the morning, when you are sluggish about getting up, let this thought be present: 'I am rising to a man's work.'

It is a sin to persue pleasure as a good and to avoid pain as a evil.

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

A man should be upright, not kept upright.

Regain your senses, call yourself back, and once again wake up. Now that you realize that only dreams were troubling you, view this 'reality' as you view your dreams.

The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around. That's all you need to know.