The perfection of moral character consists in this, in passing every day as the last, and in being neither violently excited nor torpid nor playing the hypocrite.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.

Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.

If this is neither my own badness, nor an effect of my own badness, and the common weal is not injured, why am I troubled about it? And what is the harm to the common weal?

When another blames you or hates you, or people voice similar criticisms, go to their souls, penetrate inside and see what sort of people they are. You will realize that there is no need to be racked with anxiety that they should hold any particular opinion about you.

The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them know anything about the subject.