Observe the movements of the stars as if you were running their courses with them, and let your mind constantly dwell on the changes of the elements into each other. Such imaginings wash away the filth of life on the ground.
Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
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.
Whatever the universal nature assigns to any man at any time is for the good of that man at that time.
The universe is transformation: life is opinion.