Men cannot labor on always. They must have recreation.

Labour is man's great function, his peculiar distinction, his privilege. Can he not think so? Can he not see, that from being an animal to eat and drink and sleep, to become a worker... He is nothing, he can be nothing, he can achieve nothing, fulfil nothing, without working.

Godliness is practical religion.

The less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command.

Every relation to mankind, of hate or scorn or neglect, is full of vexation and torment.

What is there glorious in the world, that is not the product of labor, either of the body or of the mind?

The dead carry our thoughts to another and nobler existence. They teach us, and especially by all the strange and seemingly untoward circumstances of their departure from this life, that they and we shall live in a future state forever.