I found this this week. I struck me.

“Well-being is realized by small steps,” Zeno would say looking back on his life, “but is truly no small thing.”

And in one of his most famous letters to Lucilius, Seneca gives a pretty simple prescription for the good life.

“Each day,” he wrote, “acquire something that will fortify you against poverty, against death, indeed against other misfortunes, as well and after you have run over many thoughts, select one to be thoroughly digested that day.”

I have no more words.