How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.

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

Either an ordered Universe or a medley heaped together mechanically but still an order; or can order subsist in you and disorder in the Whole! And that, too, when all things are so distinguished and yet intermingled and sympathetic.

So much worse are the consequences of anger than its causes.

If you are pained by any external thing, it is not this that disturbs you, but your own judgment about it.

Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

Anything that is beautiful is beautiful just as it is. Praise forms no part of its beauty, since praise makes things neither better nor worse. This applies even more to what it commonly called beautiful: natural objects, for example, or works of art. True beauty has no need of anything beyond itself.