Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Natures delight.

I often marvel how it is that though each man loves himself beyond all else, he should yet value his own opinion of himself less than that of others.

The passing minute is every man's equal possession, but what has once gone by is not ours.

It is not the weight of the future or the past that is pressing upon you, but ever that of the present alone. Even this burden, too, can be lessened if you confine it strictly to its own limits.

Remember that the sole life which a man can lose is that which he is living at the moment.

I, who have never willfully pained another, have no business to pain myself.

How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.