Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.
It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.