A Wise man (n.) on our side feels his troubles but overcomes them; theirs does not even feel them.
A Wise man (n.) can replace a lost friend as Phidias, losing a statue, carves another.
A Wise man (n.) is not in motion at all; the one making progress moves, but only tosses up and down where it is without changing position.
A Wise man (n.) is an army marching in hollow square, every side ready for an attack from any quarter.
A Wise man (n.) has a mind like the firmament beyond the moon: eternal calm pervades it.
A Wise man (n.) is an absentee from his body as far as his better self goes; he neither loves nor hates life, and regards it as his term of service.
Wise man (n.) feels his troubles and overcomes them, say the Stoics; the Epicurean wise man does not even feel them.
Wise man (n.) lacks nothing yet needs a great many things; the fool needs nothing, for he cannot use anything, and lacks everything.
Wise man (n.) may count himself Nature's creditor, for he has paid her back a better life than he received.
A Wise man (n.) helps even when silent: like a tiny insect's sting, you never discover how or when the benefit came, only that you have received it.
The Wise man (n.) also needs to have his virtues kept in action.
The Wise man (n.) will cry out, even while he is being burned in the bull of Phalaris: “’Tis pleasant, and concerns me not at all.”
The Wise man (n.) is never more active in affairs than when things divine as well as things human have come within his ken.
The Wise man (n.) will live as long as he ought, not as long as he can.
The Wise man (n.) will tremble, will feel pain, will turn pale. For all these are sensations of the body.
The Wise man (n.) surveys and scorns all the possessions of others as calmly as does Jupiter, and regards himself with the greater esteem because, while Jupiter cannot make use of them, he, the wise man, does not wish to do so.
The Wise man (n.) is not distressed by the loss of children or of friends. For he endures their death in the same spirit in which he awaits his own.
The Wise man (n.) knows that all things are in store for him. Whatever happens, he says: "I knew it."
The Wise man (n.) derives therefrom an abiding and eternal joy. For he takes delight not so much in receiving the gift as in having received it; and this joy never perishes; it abides with him always.
The Wise man (n.) is no great thing if merely braver than the most craven and happier than the most dejected - as if Ladas boasted his speed against the lame.