He who eats my bread, does my will.

Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.

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

Let your one delight and refreshment be to pass from one service to the community to another, with God ever in mind.

The mind in itself wants nothing, unless it creates a want for itself; therefore it is both free from perturbation and unimpeded, if it does not perturb and impede itself.

Neither worse then nor better is a thing made by being praised.

Letting go all else, cling to the following few truths. Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant: all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed. This mortal life is a little thing, lived in a little corner of the earth; and little, too, is the longest fame to come - dependent as it is on a succession of fast-perishing little men who have no knowledge even of their own selves, much less of one long dead and gone.