Our Aspirations Are Our Possibilities.

That We Must All Die, We Always Knew, I Wish I Had Sooner Remembred It.

Example Is Always More Efficacious Than Precept.

Sorrow Is The Mere Rust Of The Soul. Activity Will Cleanse And Brighten It.

Surely Nothing Is More Reproachful To A Being Endowed With Reason, Than To Resign Its Powers To The Influence Of The Air, And Live In Dependence On The Weather And The Wind, For The Only Blessings Which Nature Has Put Into Our Power, Tranquillity And Benevolence. To Look Up To The Sky For The Nutriment Of Our Bodies, Is The Condition Of Nature; To Call Upon The Sun For Peace And Gaiety, Or Deprecate The Clouds Lest Sorrow Should Overwhelm Us, Is The Cowardice Of Idleness, And The Idolatry Of Folly.

Labor, If It Were Not Necessary For Existence, Would Be Indispensable For The Happiness Of Man.