Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good.

A rational nature admits of nothing but what is serviceable to the rest of mankind.

He who fears death either fears the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if thou shalt have no sensation, neither wilt thou feel any harm; and if thou shalt acquire another kind of sensation, thou wilt be a different kind of living being and thou wilt not cease to live.

Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten, when their noblest and most enduring works decay? Death comes even to monumental structures, and oblivion rests on the most illustrious names.

Things can never touch the soul, but stand inert outside it, so that disquiet can arise only from fancies within.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

It's normal to feel pain in your hands and feet, if you're using your feet as feet and your hands as hands. And for a human being to feel stress is normal - if he's living a normal life. And if it's normal, how can it be bad?