As for literature, thefts cannot harm it, while the lapse of ages augments its value

Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday.

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

How ridiculous not to flee from one's own wickedness, which is possible, yet endeavor to flee from another's which is not.

The whole universe is change and life itself is but what you deem it - either gratefully better than or bitterly worse than something else that you alone choose.

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.

Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs?