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

Run down the list of those who felt intense anger at something: the most famous, the most unfortunate, the most hated, the most whatever: Where is all that now? Smoke, dust, legend...or not even a legend. Think of all the examples. And how trivial the things we want so passionately are.

People generally despise where they flatter, and cringe to those they would gladly overtop; so that truth and ceremony are two things.

Dig inside. Inside is the fountain of good, and it will forever flow, if you will forever dig.

The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them know anything about the subject.

When men hate or blame you, or say hurtful things about you, look deeply into their hearts and see what kind of men they are. You'll see how unnecessary it is to strain after their good opinion. Yet you must still think kindly of them. they are your neighbors. The gods help them as they do you, by dreams and oracles, to win their hearts' desires.

Prize that which is best in the universe; and this is that which useth everything and ordereth everything.