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

Every man is worth just so much as the things about which he busies himself.

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral—both memory and the object of memory. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything; and the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you. Always reflect that soon you will be no one, and nowhere.

What pulls the strings is the force hidden within there lies ... The real man.

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