Labor Rids Us Of Three Great Evils;

How False Is The Conception, How Frantic The Pursuit, Of That Treacherous Phantom Which Men Call Liberty.

Life Being Very Short, And The Quiet Hours Of It Few, We Ought To Waste None Of Them In Reading Valueless Books.

There Is In Every Animal's Eye A Dim Image And Gleam Of Humanity, A Flash Of Strange Light Through Which Their Life Looks Out And Up To Our Great Mystery Of Command Over Them, And Claims The Fellowship Of The Creature If Not Of The Soul.

Labor Rids Us Of Three Great Evils; Tediousness, Vice, And Poverty.

A Little Group Of Wise Hearts Is Better Than A Wilderness Full Of Fools.