Even while a thing is in the act of coming into existence, some part of it has already ceased to be.

In the morning, when you are sluggish about getting up, let this thought be present: 'I am rising to a man's work.'

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

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

Your mind will take on the character of your most frequent thoughts: souls are dyed by thoughts.

When forced, as it seems, by your environment to be utterly disquieted, return with all speed into your self, staying in discord no longer than you must. By constant recurrence to the harmony, you will gain more command over it.

No one was ever injured by the truth; but he who persists in self-deception and ignorance is injured.