Life is a gift of the immortal Gods, but living well is the gift of philosophy

You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

I have learned to be a friend to myself Great improvement this indeed Such a one can never be said to be alone for know that he who is a friend to himself is a friend to all mankind

His plan in your life means his work in your hands, and you can be sure it is work he has chosen and gifted you to do.

A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.