Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.
Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig.
Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.
Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.
Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Confine yourself to the present.
Be content to seem what you really are.
Be content with what you are, and wish not change; nor dread your last day, nor long for it.
Poverty is the mother of crime.
Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.
The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.
Such as are your habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of your mind; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts.
Each day provides its own gifts.
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.
You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.