The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.

The last person one wants to be is themselves. Sadly, that is the best person to be.

Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.

Scepticism is a barren coast, without a harbor or lighthouse.

The slave labors, but with no cheer - it is not the road to respectability, it will honor him with no citizens' trust, it brings no bread to his family, no grain to his garner, no leisure in after-days, no books or papers to his children. It opens no school-house door, builds no church, rears for him no factory, lays no keel, fills no bank, earns no acres. With sweat and toil and ignorance he consumes his life, to pour the earnings into channels from which he does no drink, into hands that never honor him. But perpetually rob and often torment.

The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.

What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.