[u]sefulness Is Happiness, And... All Other Things

England May As Well Dam Up The Waters Of The Nile With Bulrushes As To Fetter The Step Of Freedom, More Proud And Firm In This Youthful Land Than Where She Treads The Sequestered Glens Of Scotland, Or Couches Herself Among The Magnificent Mountains Of Switzerland.

Even If Nothing Worse Than Wasted Mental Effort Could Be Laid To The Charge Of Theology, That Alone Ought To Be Sufficient To Banish It From The Earth, As One Of The Worst Enemies Of Mankind.

You Find Yourself Refreshed In The Presence Of Cheerful People. Why Not Make An Honest Effort To Confer That Pleasure On Others? Half The Battle Is Gained If You Never Allow Yourself To Say Anything Gloomy.

We First Crush People To The Earth, And Then Claim The Right Of Trampling On Them Forever, Because They Are Prostrate.

Nature Made Us Individuals, As She Did The Flowers And The Pebbles; But We Are Afraid To Be Peculiar, And So Our Society Resembles A Bag Of Marbles, Or A String Of Mold Candles. Why Should We All Dress After The Same Fashion? The Frost Never Paints My Windows Twice Alike.