Seneca

Nothing, to my way of thinking, is better proof of a well-ordered mind than a man’s ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.

We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.

Wisdom lies in correctly discerning where we are free to mold reality to our desires and where we must accept the unaltered with tranquility.

No man was ever wise by chance.

They lose the day in waiting for the night.

Being poor is not having too little, it is wanting more.