Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away into non-existence.

"Sweep me up and send me where you please." For there I will retain my spirit, tranquil and content, as long as it can feel and act in harmony with its own nature. Is a change of place enough reason for my soul to become unhappy and worn, for me to become depressed, humbled, cowering, and afraid? Can you discover any reasons for this?

After all, what does fame everlasting mean? Mere vanity.

Turn thy thoughts now to the consideration of thy life, thy life as a child, as a youth, thy manhood, thy old age, for in these also every change was a death. Is this anything to fear?

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Be content to seem what you really are.

Men exist for each other. Then either improve them, or put up with them.