As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.

Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.

Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer.

A thousand ills require a thousand cures.

There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.

Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.