There is, in our nature, a disposition to indulgence, a secret desire to escape from labor, which, unless hourly combated, will overcome and destroy the best faculties of our minds and paralyze our most useful powers.
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.