Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.
Marcus Aurelius (121 - 180)
Contributed by: Zaady
Our wills are ours, to make them Thine.
Source: Memoriam, Prelude
At day's first light have in readiness, against disinclination to leave your bed, the thought that "I am rising for the work of man."
If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.
Never esteem anything as of advantage to thee that shall make thee break thy word or lose thy self-respect.
This Being of mine, whatever it really is, consists of a little flesh, a little breath, and the part which governs.
A man's life is what his thoughts make of it. Our life is what our thoughts make it.
In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.
Source: To Himself
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; 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.
By a tranquil mind I mean nothing else than a mind well ordered.
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