Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.

If it's in your control, why do you do it? If it's in someone else's control, then who are you blaming? Atoms? The gods? Stupid either way. Blame no one. Set people straight, if you can. If not, just repair the damage.

Life is a campaign, a brief staying in a strange region.

How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.

Look at everything that exists, and observe that it is already in dissolution and in change, and as it were putrefaction or dispersion, or that everything is so constituted by nature as to die.

Infinity is a fathomless gulf, into which all things vanish.

Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.