The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

The stream of tendency in which all things seek to fulfill the law of their being.

Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to make new things like them.

Think of the country mouse and of the town mouse, and of the alarm and trepidation of the town mouse.

Give your heart to the trade you have learnt, and draw refreshment from it. Let the rest of your days be spent as one who has whole-heartedly committed his all to the gods and is thenceforth no man's master or slave.

Look deeply. Don't miss the inherent quality and value of everything.

He does not write at all whose poems no man reads