Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

Life is barren enough surely with all her trappings; let us be therefore cautious of how we strip her.

We never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.

There is no crime more infamous than the violation of truth. It is apparent that men can be social beings no longer than they believe each other. When speech is employed only as the vehicle of falsehood, every man must disunite himself from others, inhabit his own cave and seek prey only for himself.

It is natural for every man uninstructed to murmur at his condition, because, in the general infelicity of life, he feels his own miseries without knowing that they are common to all the rest of the species; and, therefore, though he will not be less sensible of pain by being told that others are equally tormented, he will at least be freed from the temptation of seeking, by perpetual changes, that ease which is no where to be found, and though his diseases still continue, he escapes the hazard of exasperating it by remedies.

Men are most powerfully affected by those evils which themselves feel, or which appear before their own eyes.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.