For in prosperity a man is often puffed up with pride, whereas tribulations chasten and humble him through suffering and sorrow. In the midst of prosperity the mind is elated, and in prosperity a man forgets himself; in hardship he is forced to reflect on himself, even though he be unwilling. In prosperity a man often destroys the good he has done; amidst difficulties he often repairs what he long since did in the way of wickedness.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

Time [is] flowing in the middle of the night.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point.

The vow that binds too quickly snaps itself.