Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.
No longer talk at all about the kind of man that a good man ought to be, but be such
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
Everything is interwoven, and the web is holy.
When another blames you or hates you, or people voice similar criticisms, go to their souls, penetrate inside and see what sort of people they are. You will realize that there is no need to be racked with anxiety that they should hold any particular opinion about you.
To refrain from imitation is the best revenge.