It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing, in so far as it stands ready against the accidental and the unforeseen, and is not apt to fall.

Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.

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.

Life is short. Do not forget about the most important things in our life, living for other people and doing good for them.

Wilt thou, then, my soul, never be good and simple and one and naked, more manifest than the body which surrounds thee?

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.