Marco Aurélio
n. 0121-04-26, Roma · m. 0180-03-17, Vindobona
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131Here is a sort of river of things passing into being, and time is a violent torrent; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.
Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity. All things are petty, easily changed, vanishing away.
Virtue they will but abuse, and taunt her with bitter revilling.
Erase fancy; curb impulse; quench desire; let sovereign reason have the mastery.
The sinners sins against himself; the wrongdoer wrongs himself, becoming the worse by his own action.
It is a sin to persue pleasure as a good and to avoid pain as a evil.
It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.
A candour affected is a dagger concealed.
A man does not sin by commission only, but often by omission.
To refrain from imitation is the best revenge.
To stand up -- or be setup?
A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all - that is myself.
Where life is possible at all, a right life is possible; life in a palace is possible; therefore, even in a palace a right life is possible.
Whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. So it is none the worse nor the better for being praised.
Think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favor; for even death is one of the things that Nature wills.
By a tranquil mind I mean nothing else than a mind well ordered.
How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.
Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word or lose your self-respect.
Mankind have been created for the sake of one another. Either instruct them, therefore, or endure them.
To change your mind and to follow him who sets you right is to be nonetheless the free agent that you were before.
Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear.
Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity.
Everything is fitting for me, my universe, which fits thy purpose. Nothing in its good time is too early or too late for me; everything is fruit for me which thy seasons, Nature, bear; from thee, in thee, to thee, are all things.
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