He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong to him.

Happy is the man who can endure the highest and lowest fortune. He who has endured such vicissitudes with equanimity has deprived misfortune of its power.

The most onerous slavery is to be a slave to oneself.

For men in a state of freedom had thatch for their shelter, while slavery dwells beneath marble and gold.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

We suffer more often in imagination than in reality. [We must learn to control and focus the force of our imagination on the good, bright side so it is positive and constructive helping ourselves and others, rather than let its force focus on the bad, dark side so it is negative and destructive hurting ourselves and others!]

Death is a release from and an end of all pains.