Art Hath An Enemy Called Ignorance.

Reflect That Life, Like Every Other Blessing, Derives Its Value From Its Use Alone.

A Man Used To Vicissitudes Is Not Easily Dejected.

Patience And Submission Are Very Carefully To Be Distinguished From Cowardice And Indolence. We Are Not To Repine, But We May Lawfully Struggle; For The Calamities Of Life, Like The Necessities Of Nature, Are Calls To Labor And Diligence.

The Natural Flights Of The Human Mind Are Not From Pleasure To Pleasure, But From Hope To Hope.

The Poor And The Busy Have No Leisure For Sentimental Sorrow.