I have little taste for fashionable dissipations, cards, and dancing; the theatre and tea parties are my aversion, and I look with little envy on those who find their enjoyment in such transitory delights, if delights they may be called.
Nothing seems to me so likely to make people unhappy in themselves and at variance with others as the habit of killing time.
What greater bliss than to look back on days spent in usefulness, in doing good to those around us.
Pleasures take to themselves wings and fly away; true knowledge remains forever.
No blessing, no good, can follow in the path trodden by slavery.
My wish is to be known only thru my work.