The mind is slow to unlearn what it learnt early.
The great soul surrenders itself to fate.
Fortune reveres the brave, and overwhelms the cowardly.
No man will swim ashore and take his baggage with him.
It is not death we fear, but the thought of it.
For the great benefits of our being- our life, health, and reason-we look upon ourselves.
Sometimes people can surprise you. Sometimes they have a great capacity to hear the truth.
Non est ad astra mollis e terris via” – “There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.
What then? Shall I not follow in the footsteps of my predecessors? I shall indeed use the old road, but if I find one that makes a shorter cut and is smoother to travel, I shall open the new road. Men who have made these discoveries before us are not our masters, but our guides. Truth lies open for all; it has not yet been monopolized. And there is plenty of it left even for posterity to discover.
Let all your efforts be directed to something, let it keep that end in view. It’s not activity that disturbs people, but false conceptions of things that drive them mad.
You’re like ordinary mortals in fearing everything, you’re like immortals in coveting everything.
We do not put to the test those things which cause our fear; we do not examine into them; we blench and retreat just like soldiers who are forced to abandon their camp because of a dust-cloud raised by stampeding cattle, or are thrown into a panic by the spreading of some unauthenticated rumour.
These we should refuse to buy, if we were compelled to give in payment for them our houses or some attractive and profitable estate; but we are eager to attain them at the cost of anxiety, of danger, and of lost honour, personal freedom, and time; so true it is that each man regards nothing as cheaper than himself.
Let us be brave in the face of hazards. Let us not fear wrongs, or wounds, or bonds, or poverty. And what is death? It is either the end, or a process of change.
Real wealth is poverty adjusted to the law of Nature.
It is a question whether he died by his own hand; for he fell from a sudden wound received in his groin, some doubting whether his death was voluntary, no one, whether it was timely. It.
It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – the superfluous things that wear our togas threadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores. That which is enough is ready to our hands. He.
You must lay aside the burdens of the mind; until you do this, no place will satisfy you.
I say that all men hide their sins, and, even though the issue be successful, enjoy the results while concealing the sins themselves.
This is what I mean: crimes can be well guarded; free from anxiety they cannot be.