I seek the truth...it is only persistence in self-delusion and ignorance that does harm.

It doesn't hurt me unless I interpret its happening as harmful to me. I can choose not to.

It is a ridiculous thing for a man not to fly from his own badness, which is indeed possible, but to fly from other men's badness, which is impossible.

Imagine you were now dead, or had not lived before his moment. Now view the rest of your life as a bonus.

The soul is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then, with a continuous series of such thoughts as these - that where a man can live, there - if he will - he can also live well.

Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.