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

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what's left and live it properly. What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.

There is change in all things. You yourself are subject to continual change and some decay, and this is common to the entire universe.

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 proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away into non-existence.

External things are not the problem. It's your assessment of them. Which you can erase right now.

It will suffice thee to remember as concerning pain ... that the mind may, by stopping all manner of commerce and sympathy with the body, still retain its own tranquility.