The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig.

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.

Discard everything except these few truths: we can live only in the present moment, in this brief now; all the rest of our life is dead and buried or shrouded in uncertainty. Short is the life we lead, and small our patch of earth.

Retire into thyself. The rational principle which rules has this nature, that it is content with itself when it does what is just, and so secures tranquility.

Think of the universal substance, of which thou has a very small portion; and of universal time, of which a short and indivisible interval has been assigned to thee; and of that which is fixed by destiny, and how small a part of it thou art

I am called to man's labour; why then do I make a difficulty if I am going out to do what I was born to do and what I was brought into the world for?