The Soul That Has No Established Aim

Who Does Not See That I Have Taken A Road Along Which I Shall Go, Without Stopping And Without Effort, As Long As There Is Ink And Paper In The World? I Cannot Keep A Record Of My Life By My Actions; Fortune Places Them Too Low. I Keep It By My Thoughts.

A Man Must Live In The World And Make The Best Of It, Such As It Is.

Vexations May Be Petty, But They Are Vexations Still.

That Is Why Bias Jested With Those Who Were Going Through The Perils Of A Great Storm With Him And Calling On The Gods For Help: "shut Up," He Said, "so That They Do Not Realize That You Are Here With Me.

Take Care That Old Age Does Not Wrinkle Your Spirit Even More Than Your Face.