It were no slight attainment could we merely fulfil what the nature of man implies. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
The cause of all human evils is the not being able to apply general principles to special cases. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
To Epictetus, all external events are determined by fate, and are thus beyond our control, but we can accept whatever happens calmly… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
“We are at the mercy of whoever wields authority over the things we either desire or detest. If you would be free, then, do… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
Practice yourself, for heaven's sake in little things, and then proceed to greater. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
When men are unhappy, they do not imagine they can ever cease to be so; and when some calamity has fallen on them, they… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
We are not disturbed by what happens to us, but by our thoughts about what happens to us. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
You know yourself what you are worth in your own eyes; and at what price you will sell yourself. For men sell themselves at various prices. This is why, when Florus was deliberating whether he should appear at Nero's shows, taking part in the performance himself, Agrippinus replied, 'Appear by all means.' And when Florus inquired, 'But why do not… — Epictetus Copy Share
Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
As a man, casting off worn out garments taketh new ones, so the dweller in the body, entereth into ones that are new. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
If you would improve, submit to be considered wihout sense and foolish with respect to externals. Wish to be considered to know nothing; and… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
“For it is not death or pain that is to be feared, but the fear of pain or death.” — Epictetus Copy Share Image
What else can I do, a lame old man, but sing hymns to God? If I were a nightingale, I would do the nightingale's part; if I were a swan, I would do as a swan. But now I am a rational creature, and I ought to praise God. This is my work. I do it, nor will I desert… — Epictetus Copy Share
