Men seek out retreats for themselves in the country, by the seaside, on the moutains . . . But all this is unphilosophical to the last degree . . . when thou canst at a moment's notice retire into thyself.

Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.

The mind in itself wants nothing, unless it creates a want for itself; therefore it is both free from perturbation and unimpeded, if it does not perturb and impede itself.

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.

Men exist for each other. Then either improve them, or put up with them.

The lot assigned to every man is suited to him, and suits him to itself.

Everything - a horse, a vine - is created for some duty... For what task, then, were you yourself created?