You are your choices.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.

The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

Look at the stars lighting up the sky: no one of them stays in the same place.

Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool.

Do not grudge your brother his rest. He has at last become free, safe and immortal, and ranges joyous through the boundless heavens; he has left this low-lying region and has soared upwards to that place which receives in its happy bosom the souls set free from the chains of matter. Your brother has not lost the light of day, but has obtained a more enduring light. He has not left us, but has gone on before.