Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature, and end thy journey in content, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew.

Think of the country mouse and of the town mouse, and of the alarm and trepidation of the town mouse.

I consist of a little body and a soul.

The only thing that isn't worthless: to live this life out truthfully and rightly, And be patience with those who don't.

Confine yourself to the present.

If you are distressed by something, it is due to your own estimate of it; and you have the power to change it at will.

And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last.