A man perfects himself by working.

Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.

A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.

Rare benevolence, the minister of God.

A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, altogether past calculation its powers of endurance.