Seneca's Letters from a Stoic

by Seneca

certain moments are torn from us, that some are gently removed, and that others glide beyond our reach.

largest portion of our life passes while we are doing ill, a goodly share while we are doing nothing, and the whole while we are doing that which is not to the purpose.

The primary indication, to my thinking, of a well-ordered mind is a man's ability to remain in one place and linger in his own company.

Everywhere means nowhere.

all. It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.

Do you ask what is the proper limit to wealth? It is, first, to have what is necessary, and, second, to have what is enough.

No man can have a peaceful life who thinks too much about lengthening it, or believes that living through many consulships is a great blessing.

He who has made a fair compact with poverty is rich.