Once you have done a man a service, what more reward would you have? Is it not enough to have obeyed the laws of your own nature, without expecting to be paid for it?

Remember that the sole life which a man can lose is that which he is living at the moment.

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

The man who doesn't know what the universe is doesn't know where he lives.

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

Let men see, let them know, a real man, who lives as he was meant to live.

And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last.