Death - a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them know anything about the subject.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.

Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?

We've peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface.

I have an inward treasure born within me which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford.

Nature was here a series of wonders, and a fund of delight.

To have control of my own mind... to go with dignity is less terryfying. When I look at both options I have to die, I feel this is far more humane.

A Godly life is always the best advertisement for Christianity.

For me, no matter how serious the subject is, when I try to write about it, I have to write about it from a comic point of view. It's just the way it comes out.

I've decided that art is a habit-forming drug. That's all it is, for the artist, for the collector, for anybody connected with it.

She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldn’t die

I really like my life. I've arranged my life so that I can do what I want.