In One Way An Arrow Moves, In

Everything Is Ephemeral, Both That Which Remembers And That Which Is Remembered.

Reverence The Gods, And Help Men. Short Is Life.

Say To Yourself In The Early Morning: I Shall Meet Today Ungrateful, Violent, Treacherous, Envious, Uncharitable Men. All Of These Things Have Come Upon Them Through Ignorance Of Real Good And Ill... I Can Neither Be Harmed By Any Of Them, For No Man Will Involve Me In Wrong, Nor Can I Be Angry With My Kinsman Or Hate Him; For We Have Come Into The World To Work Together.

There Is No Man So Fortunate That There Shall Not Be By Him When He Is Dying Some Who Are Pleased With What Is Going To Happen.

External Things Are Not The Problem. It's Your Assessment Of Them. Which You Can Erase Right Now.