Art thou angry with him whose armpits stink? Art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul?

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite; keep reason under its own control.

Consider when thou art much vexed or grieved, that man's life is only a moment, and after a short time we are all laid out dead.

One whose chief regard is for his own mind, and for the divinity within him and the service of its goodness, will strike no poses, utter no complaints, and crave neither for solitude nor yet for a crowd. Best of all, his life will be free from continual pursuing and avoiding.

Nothing that goes on in anyone else's mind can harm you.

Glory arrives too late when it comes only to one's ashes