Love the little trade which thou hast learned, and be content therewith.

All things are changing; and thou thyself art in continuous mutation and in a manner in continuous destruction and the whole universe to.

Vex not thy spirit at the course of things; they heed not thy vexation. How ludicrous and outlandish is astonishment at anything that may happen in life.

The best sort of revenue is not to be like him who did the injury.

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

Above, below, all around are the movements of the elements. But the motion of virtue is in none of these: it is something more divine, and advancing by a way hardly observed it goes happily on its road.

Submit to the fate of your own free will.

When pain is unbearable it destroys us; when it does not it is bearable.

The infallible man does not exist.

Anything that is beautiful is beautiful just as it is. Praise forms no part of its beauty, since praise makes things neither better nor worse. This applies even more to what it commonly called beautiful: natural objects, for example, or works of art. True beauty has no need of anything beyond itself.

Frequently consider the connection of all things in the universe.

Do not expect Plato's ideal republic; be satisfied with even the smallest step forward, and consider this no small achievement.

Can anything that is useful be accomplished without change?

Consider frequently the connection of all things in the universe and their relation to one another. For things are somehow implicated with one another, and all in a way friendly to one another.

Turn thy thoughts now to the consideration of thy life, thy life as a child, as a youth, thy manhood, thy old age, for in these also every change was a death. Is this anything to fear?

All that happens is as habitual and familiar as roses in spring and fruit in the summer. True too of disease, death, defamation, and conspiracy--and all that delights or gives pain to fools.

A little time, and thou shalt close thy eyes; and him who has attended thee to thy grave, another soon will lament.

The universal nature out of the universal substance, as if it were wax, now molds a horse, and when it has broken this up, it uses the material for a tree, then for a man, then for something else.

How good it is, when you have roast meat or suchlike foods before you, to impress on your mind that this is the dead body of a fish, this the dead body of a bird or pig.

Body. Soul. Mind. Sensations: the body. Desires: the soul. Reasoning: the mind.