What we do in life ripples in eternity.

Anger cannot be dishonest.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Accustom yourself not to be disregarding of what someone else has to say: as far as possible enter into the mind of the speaker.

Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.

Enough of this wretched life and murmuring and apish tricks. Why art thou disturbed? What is there new in this? What unsettles thee? Is it the form of the thing? Look at it. Or is it the matter? Look at it. But besides these there is nothing. Towards the gods, then, now become at last more simple and better. It is the same whether we examine these things for a hundred years or three.

No matter what anyone says or does, my task is to be emerald, my color undiminished.