Adapt yourself to the life you have been given; and truly love the people with whom destiny has surrounded you.
Our life is what our thoughts make it.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by one lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.
Adapt yourself to the things among which your lot has been cast and love sincerely the fellow creatures with whom destiny has ordained that you shall live.
Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice?
We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.
Each day provides its own gifts.
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.
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
Be content with what you are, and wish not change; nor dread your last day, nor long for it.
The universe is transformation: life is opinion.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.
Let men see, let them know, a real man, who lives as he was meant to live.
Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?