We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

A thousand approaches lie open to death.

Let us fight the battle-retreat from the things that attract us and rouse ourselves to meet the things that actually attack us.

Eyes will not see when the heart wishes them to be blind.

It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.

I will have a care of being a slave to myself, for it is a perpetual, a shameful, and the heaviest of all servitudes; and this may be done by moderate desires.

Whatever we owe, it is our part to find where to pay it, and to do it without asking, too; for whether the creditor be good or bad, the debt is still the same.