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

All things are in the act of change; thou thyself in ceaseless transformation and partial decay, and the whole universe with thee.

Let thy chief fort and place of defense be a mind free from passions. A stronger place and better fortified than this, hath no man.

Light may earth's crumbling sand be laid on thee, that dogs may dig thy bones up easily

The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

Nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing.

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