Life Is A Fragment, A Moment Between

Do Anything Rather Than Give Yourself To Reverie.

Science And Art May Invent Splendid Modes Of Illuminating The Apartments Of The Opulent; But These Are All Poor And Worthless Compared With The Common Light Which The Sun Sends Into All Our Windows, Which He Pours Freely, Impartially Over Hill And Valley, Which Kindles Daily The Eastern And Western Sky; And So The Common Lights Of Reason, And Conscience, And Love, Are Of More Worth And Dignity Than The Rare Endowments Which Give Celebrity To A Few.

Health Is The Working Man's Fortune, And He Ought To Watch Over It More Than The Capitalist Over His Largest Investments. Health Lightens The Efforts Of Body And Mind. It Enables A Man To Crowd Much Work Into A Narrow Compass. Without It, Little Can Be Earned, And That Little By Slow, Exhausting Toil.

Precept Is Instruction Written In The Sand; The Tide Flows Over It And The Record Is Gone; Example Is Graven On The Rock, And The Lesson Is Not Soon Lost.

A Man Might Pass For Insane Who Should See Things As They Are.