The things ordained for you—teach yourself to be at one with those. And the people who share them with you—treat them with love. With real love.

You have sent a letter to me through the hand of a "friend" of yours, as you call him. And in your very next sentence you warn me not to discuss with him all the matters that concern you, saying that even you yourself are not accustomed to do this; in other words, you have in the same letter affirmed and denied that he is your friend.

You should always look on human life as short and cheap. Yesterday sperm: tomorrow a mummy or ashes.

Nothing that goes on in anyone else's mind can harm you.

He who dreads death, dreads either an extinction of all sense, or dreads a different sort of sensation. If all sense is extinguished, there can be no sense of evil. If a different sort of sense is acquired, you become another sort of living creature; and don't cease to live.

Death. The end of sense-perception, of being controlled by our emotions, of mental activity, of enslavement to our bodies.

Give up your thirst for books, so that you do not die a grouch.

No difference between here and there: the city that you live in is the world.

Regain your senses, call yourself back, and once again wake up. Now that you realize that only dreams were troubling you, view this 'reality' as you view your dreams.

If they've made a mistake, correct them gently and show them where they went wrong. If you can't do that, then the blame lies with you. Or no one.