My dear, The thing I like about wisdom over intelligence is that you have to earn it. Nobody in this world was ever handed wisdom. It’s always earned through failure, experience, connections and collections of knowledges, and more failure. I like that. It means that if you want to be wise, you’ve got to go after it with all your heart. No man was ever wise by chance. If you ever get the chance to cross paths with someone wise,...

My dear, Who are they that are truly jealous of us? Who are they who envy? Is it those who openly spit on us and our ideas? Those who shun us the moment they see us? Or those who openly attack us with the daggers of their words? Nay. It be none of these. To know how many are jealous of you, count your admirers. No one envies you more than the being who worships you. Falsely yours, Lucius Annaeus...

My dear, Laughter, and a lot of it, is the right response to the things which drive us to tears! For anything else but gives strength to them. But if we laugh, and laugh a lot, how can that which pains us so stay? How does it hurt us if we care not? … We must laugh, for every other response drives us deeper into the clenches of that which brought us here in the first place. Falsely yours, Lucius Annaeus...

My dear, Stop expecting. In tomorrow’s worries, it loses today’s comforts. In tomorrow’s falses, it loses today’s truths. In tomorrow’s wants, it loses today’s needs. In anticipating “what might,” it loses “what is.” So abandon expectation, before you misplace today. Falsely yours, Lucius Annaeus...