What an enthusiastic devotion is that which sends a man from the attractions of home, the ties of neighbourhood, the bonds of country, to range plains, valleys, hills, mountains, for a new flower.
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.
