When men are unhappy, they do not imagine they can ever cease to be so; and when some calamity has fallen on… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
Suffering arises from trying to control what is uncontrollable, or from neglecting what is within our power. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
I must die. I must be imprisoned. I must suffer exile. But must I die groaning? Must I whine as well? Can… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
For it is not death or hardship that is a fearful thing, but the fear of death and hardship. — 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
What ought one to say then as each hardship comes? I was practicing for this, I was training for this. — 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… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
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… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
