If you are pained by any external thing, it is not this that disturbs you, but your own judgment about it.

The lot assigned to every man is suited to him, and suits him to itself.

Everything is interwoven, and the web is holy; none of its parts are unconnected. They are composed harmoniously, and together - they compose the world.

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

Give thyself time to learn something new and good, and cease to be whirled around.

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.

"Sweep me up and send me where you please." For there I will retain my spirit, tranquil and content, as long as it can feel and act in harmony with its own nature. Is a change of place enough reason for my soul to become unhappy and worn, for me to become depressed, humbled, cowering, and afraid? Can you discover any reasons for this?