Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.