Some read to think, these are rare; some to write, these are common; and some read to talk, and these form the great majority.
Charles Caleb ColtonAlas! What is man? Whether he be deprived of that light which is from on high, of whether he discard it, a frail and trembling creature; standing on time, that bleak and narrow isthmus between two eternities, he sees nothing but impenetrable darkness on the one hand, and doubt, distrust, and conjecture, still more perplexing, on the other. Most gladly would he take an observation, as to whence he has come, or whither he is going; alas, he has not the means: his telescope is too dim, his compass too wavering, his plummet too short.
Charles Caleb ColtonMuch may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.
Charles Caleb Colton