A man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season.

Shame on the soul, to falter on the road of life while the body still perseveres.

When men are inhuman, take care not to feel towards them as they do towards other humans.

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.

A man’s worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions.

Here is a sort of river of things passing into being, and time is a violent torrent; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity. All things are petty, easily changed, vanishing away.

“What then is that which is able to conduct a man? One thing and only one, philosophy.”

“Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs?”

“Mastery of reading and writing requires a master. Still more so life.”