It Is Not So Much What Happens

I Must Die. I Must Be Imprisoned. I Must Suffer Exile. But Must I Die Groaning? Must I Whine As Well? Can Anyone Hinder Me From Going Into Exile With A Smile? The Master Threatens To Chain Me: What Say You? Chain Me? My Leg You Will Chain--yes, But Not My Will--no, Not Even Zeus Can Conquer That.

We Must Ever Bear In Mind --that Apart From The Will There Is Nothing Good Or Bad, And That We Must Not Try To Anticipate Or To Direct Events, But Merely To Accept Them With Intelligence.

Happiness Is An Equivalent For All Troublesome Things.

The Good Or Ill Of A Man Lies Within His Own Will.

Who Is Not Attracted By Bright And Pleasant Children, To Prattle, To Creep, And To Play With Them?