Remember: Matter: how tiny your share of it. Time: how brief and fleeting your allotment of it. Fate: how small a role you play in it.

Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.

A rational nature admits of nothing but what is serviceable to the rest of mankind.

In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.

Give yourself a gift: the present moment.

Consider frequently the connection of all things in the universe and their relation to one another. For things are somehow implicated with one another, and all in a way friendly to one another.

Soon you will have forgotten the world, and soon the world will have forgotten you.