There is, I think, great difficulty in writing of one's self: it is almost impossible to present subjects where the chief actor must be conspicuous and not seem to be, or really be, egotistical.
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.