He Who Aspires To Be A Serious

I Look Upon Every Day To Be Lost, In Which I Do Not Make A New Acquaintance.

He That Wishes To See His Country Robbed Of Its Rights Cannot Be A Patriot.

Every Other Author May Aspire To Praise; The Lexicographer Can Only Hope To Escape Reproach.

To Strive With Difficulties, And To Conquer Them, Is The Highest Human Felicity.

How Small Of All That Human Hearts Endure, That Part Which Laws Or Kings Can Cause Or Cure! Still To Ourselves In Every Place Consigned, Our Own Felicity We Make Or Find. With Secret Course, Which No Loud Storms Annoy, Glides The Smooth Current Of Domestic Joy.