I cannot comprehend how any man can want anything but the truth.

Soon you will have forgotten the world, and soon the world will have forgotten you.

The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around. That's all you need to know.

Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under thy observation in life.

If thou workest at that which is before thee ... expecting nothing, fearing nothing, but satisfied with thy present activity according to Nature, and with heroic truth in every word and sound which thou utterest, thou wilt live happy. And there is no man who is able to prevent this.

He who follows reason in all things is both tranquil and active at the same time, and also cheerful and collected.

"Sweep me up and send me where you please." For there I will retain my spirit, tranquil and content, as long as it can feel and act in harmony with its own nature. Is a change of place enough reason for my soul to become unhappy and worn, for me to become depressed, humbled, cowering, and afraid? Can you discover any reasons for this?