Happiness is no other than soundness and perfection of mind.

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

My only fear is doing something contrary to human nature - the wrong thing, the wrong way, or at the wrong time.

This is the mark of a perfect character - to pass through each day as though it were the last, without agitation, without torpor, and without pretense.

Put from you the belief that 'I have been wronged', and with it will go the feeling. Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.

Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse.

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