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.

Nothing is evil which is according to nature.

How soon will time cover all things.

A good man does not spy around for the black spots in others, but presses unswervingly on towards his mark.

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.

When you have been compelled by circumstances to be disturbed in any manner, quickly return to yourself, and do not continue out of tune longer than the compulsion lasts. You will have increasing control over your own harmony by continually returning to it.

Short is the little which remains to thee of life. Live as on a mountain.