Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.

Life Was Intended To Be So Adjusted That The Body Should Be The Servant Of The Soul, And Always Subordinate To The Soul.

Character Lives In A Man, Reputation Outside Of Him.

The Faculty Of Self-help Is That Which Distinguished Man From Animals; That It Is The Godlike Element, Or Holds Within Itself The Godlike Element, Of His Constitution.

There Is No Royal Road To Anything. One Thing At A Time, All Things In Succession. That Which Grows Fast, Withers As Rapidly. That Which Grows Slowly, Endures.