Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice?
It is the duty of men to love even those who injure them.
Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.
Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.
Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts.