It is a shame for the soul to be first to give way in this life, when thy body does not give way.

Things can never touch the soul, but stand inert outside it, so that disquiet can arise only from fancies within.

A man's life is what his thoughts make of it.

Enter others' minds and let them enter yours.

As for others whose lives are not so ordered, he reminds himself constantly of the characters they exhibit daily and nightly at home and abroad, and of the sort of society they frequent; and the approval of such men, who do not even stand well in their own eyes, has no value for him.

Hast thou reason? I have. Why then dost not thou use it? For if this does its own work, what else dost thou wish?

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle...