Marcus Aurelius: “For the movement towards injustice and intemperance and to anger and grief and fear is nothing else than the act of one…”

For every judgment and movement and desire and aversion is within, and no evil ascends so high.

Enough of this wretched life and murmuring and apish tricks.

How quickly all things disappear,--in the universe the bodies themselves, but in time the remembrance of them.

Throw away thy books; no longer distract thyself: it is not allowed; but as if thou wast now dying, despise the flesh; it is blood and bones and network, a contexture of nerves, veins, and arteries.