Perhaps there are none more lazy, or more truly ignorant, than your everlasting readers.

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

People who labor all their lives but have no purpose to direct every thought and impulse toward are wasting their time-even when hard at work.

All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.

The things you think about determine the quality of your mind. Your soul takes on the color of your thoughts.

Does a man shrink from change? Why, what can come into being save by change?

Keep in mind how fast things pass by and are gone - those that are now, and those to come. Existence flows past us like a river; the "what" is in constant flux, the "why" has a thousand variations. Nothing is stable, not even what's right here. The infinity of past and future gapes before us - a chasm whose depths we cannot see.