Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

Take full account of what Excellencies you possess, and in gratitude remember how you would hanker after them, if you had them not.

When forced, as it seems, by your environment to be utterly disquieted, return with all speed into your self, staying in discord no longer than you must. By constant recurrence to the harmony, you will gain more command over it.

My city and state are Rome. But as a human being? The world. So for me, "good" can only mean what's good for both communities.

The body of an actor can be either his best friend or his worst enemy.

Things that have a common quality ever quickly seek their kind.