Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Discard everything except these few truths: we can live only in the present moment, in this brief now; all the rest of our life is dead and buried or shrouded in uncertainty. Short is the life we lead, and small our patch of earth.

You are a little soul bearing about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

Prize that which is best in the universe; and this is that which useth everything and ordereth everything.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love ... then make that day count!

I am called to man's labour; why then do I make a difficulty if I am going out to do what I was born to do and what I was brought into the world for?

Look within, for within is the wellspring of virtue, which will not cease flowing, if you cease not from digging.