The body is not a permanent dwelling, but a sort of inn which is to be left behind when one perceives that one is a burden to the host.

While we wait for life, life passes

We should conduct ourselves not as if we ought to live for the body, but as if we could not live without it.

Behold a contest worthy of a god, a brave man matched in conflict with adversity.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.