For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

It is not the man who has too little that is poor, but the one who hankers after more.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?

You should … live in such a way that there is nothing which you could not as easily tell your enemy as keep to yourself.

Show me a man who though sick is happy, who though in danger is happy, who though in prison is happy, and I'll show you a Stoic.

There was a lot of pretense floating around; not just with aunties and all that but with emotions and how people saw you. They had a point. There's a lot to learn from that generation -- the stoic approach. I think it's disgusting how they've been forgotten about in this way. It's the American hippies' fault, they saw an in there, a way of making money out of bad moods. That's all it is most of the time. You can't expect to feel cock-a-hoop every minute of every day. My mam and dad's generation understood this. They were just thankful the bombs had stopped threatening their lives. They just wanted to get on with living.