Thou Sufferest Justly: For Thou Choosest Rather

A Lucky Chance Is Constant In Nothing But Inconstancy.

Every Living Organism Is Fulfilled When It Follows The Right Path For Its Own Nature.

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

I Will March On In The Path Of Nature Till My Legs Sink Under Me, And Then I Shall Be At Rest, And Expire Into That Air Which Has Given Me My Daily Breath.

Reflect Often Upon The Rapidity With Which All Existing Things, Or Things Coming Into Existence, Sweep Past Us And Are Carried Away.