Happiness is no other than soundness and perfection of the mind. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)

Happiness is no other than soundness and perfection of the mind. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)
As the great ocean has only one taste, the taste of salt, so my doctrine has only one flavor, the flavor of emancipation. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)
Let no man think lightly of good, saying in his heart, “It will not benefit me.” As by the falling of raindrops a jar of water is filled, so the wise man becomes full of good, even though he collects it little by little. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)
What is your aim? To be good? And how is this accomplished except by general principles, some about the nature of the universe, and others about the proper constitution of man. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)
You who suffer from the tribulations of life, you who have to struggle and endure, you who yearn for a life of truth, rejoice at the glad tidings! There is balm for the wounded, and there is bread for the hungry. There is water for the thirsty, and there is hope for the despairing. There is light for those in […]
The world is built for the truth, but false combinations of thought misrepresent the true state of things and bring forth errors. Errors can be fashioned as it pleases those who cherish them, therefore they are pleasant to look upon, but they are unstable and contain the seeds of dissolution. Truth cannot be fashioned… Truth is the essence of life… […]
I have given you the refreshing drink called the perception of truth, and he who drinks of it becomes free from excitement, passion, and wrong-doing. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)
In the same degree in which a man’s mind is nearer to freedom from all passion, in the same degree also is it nearer to strength. Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180)
Heroism is the brilliant triumph of the soul over the flesh, that is to say, over fear, fear of poverty, of suffering… There is no serious piety without heroism. Heroism is the dazzling and glorious concentration of courage. Henri Amiel (1821 – 1881)
Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works, And call them shames? which are indeed nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)