God overrules all mutinous accidents, brings them under His laws of fate, and makes them all serviceable to His purpose.

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

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

It is a shameful thing for the soul to faint while the body still perseveres.

Death and life, success and failure, pain and pleasure, wealth and poverty, all these happen to good and bad alike, and they are neither noble nor shameful - and hence neither good nor bad.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

Love the little trade which thou hast learned, and be content therewith.