Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.
No man reads a book of science from pure inclination. The books that we do read with pleasure are light compositions, which contain a quick succession of events.
Such is the constitution of Man that labor may be said to be its own re-ward.
In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath.
Self-love is a busy prompter.
Nothing can be truly great which is not right.