You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

Will any man despise me? Let him see to it. But I will see to it that I may not be found doing or saying anything that deserves to be despised.

He is so rich, he has no room to shit.

God give me patience, to reconcile with what I am not able to changeGive me strength to change what I canAnd give me wisdom to distinguish one from another.

Begin - to begin is half the work, let half still remain; again begin this, and thou wilt have finished.

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