This is the mark of a perfect character - to pass through each day as though it were the last, without agitation, without torpor, and without pretense.
Execute every act of life as though it were thy last
To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.
If you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in your life, and stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable.
Men seek out retreats for themselves in the country, by the seaside, on the moutains . . . But all this is unphilosophical to the last degree . . . when thou canst at a moment's notice retire into thyself.
Live each day as if it be your last.
When you have been compelled by circumstances to be disturbed in any manner, quickly return to yourself, and do not continue out of tune longer than the compulsion lasts. You will have increasing control over your own harmony by continually returning to it.
And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.
Limit time to the present. Meditate upon your last hour.
Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.
The perfumes at our board last night - Were exquisite, I won't deny it, But we were starved, we were outright, For meat, could no how come by it