What greater bliss than to look back on days spent in usefulness, in doing good to those around us.
Nothing seems to me so likely to make people unhappy in themselves and at variance with others as the habit of killing time.
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.
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.