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Have none of my Fellow Creatures an equitable Right to any Part which is called mine?

Running in this Road I found many like myself; and we associated in that which is the reverse of true Friendship.

While I silently ponder on that Change wrought in me, I find no Language equal to it, nor any Means to convey to another a clear Idea of it.

A provision of endless apparatus, a bustle of infinite inquiry and research, or even the mere mechanical labour of copying, may be employed, to evade and shuffle off real labour—the real labour of thinking.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

You are good when you strive to give of yourself.

Yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.

We classify too much and enjoy too little.

Those who cannot feel the littleness of great things in themselves are apt to overlook the greatness of little things in others.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world

It is not always recognized that the work itself is a great educator, and that acute cleverness in the line of work to which he is fitted comes to the worker.

Pride in one's work is aroused as soon as work is functionalized. The moment a man has something to do that he likes to do, and can do well, he takes pride in it.

in the exercise of this high power, we must be ever on our guard, lest we erect our prejudices into legal principles

Where the mind is tinctured with philosophy, there is no place for grief, anxiety, or superfluous vexations.

Anger is not only a vice, but a vice point-blank against nature, for it divides instead of joining

There is nothing that we can properly call our own but our time, and yet every body fools us out of it that has a mind to it.

Beside, that the ills which he fears he may suffer, he suffers in the very fear of them.

A false and a childish sorrow is appeased with as false and as childish a revenge.

The ostentation of grief is many times more than the grief itself.