Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

A man is a little soul carrying around a courpse.

You don't have to turn this into something. It doesn't have to upset you. Things can't shape our decisions by themselves.

And in the case of superior things like stars, we discover a kind of unity in separation. The higher we rise on the scale of being, the easier it is to discern a connection even among things separated by vast distances.

...the sole thing of which any man can be deprived is the present; since this is all he owns, and nobody can lose what is not his.

Neither worse then nor better is a thing made by being praised.