In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.

And yet, after all, what is posthumous fame? Altogether vanity.

So much worse are the consequences of anger than its causes.

How can a man find a sensible way to live? One way and one only- Philosophy. And my philosophy means keeping that vital spark within you free from damage and degradation, using it to transcend pain and pleasure, doing everything with a purpose, avoiding lies and hypocrisy, not relying on another person's actions or failings. To accept everything that comes, and everything that is given, as coming from that same spiritual source.

Both happiness and unhappiness depend on perception

Thou sufferest justly: for thou choosest rather to become good to-morrow than to be good to-day.

Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.