Be content with what you are, and wish not change; nor dread your last day, nor long for it.

Whoever has nothing to hope, let him despair of nothing.

Here is a rule to remember in future, when anything tempts you to feel bitter: not, "This is a misfortune," but 'To bear this worthily is good fortune."

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad: his countenance unconquered he can shew.

He who despises life is his life's master.

Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.

Why, courage then! What cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.

The chief difference between mankind and the cockroach is that the one continually bitches over his fate while the other stoically plods on, uncomplaining, with never a glance backward nor a sigh for what might have been.

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet, when we want shoes.