He who does not tire, tires adversity.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.
Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man.
Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.