Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.

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

Remember that very little is needed to make a happy life.

Man is born for deeds of kindness.

Everything - a horse, a vine - is created for some duty... For what task, then, were you yourself created?

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.