No true work since the world began was ever wasted; no true life since >>
One's liberty should end when it becomes the curse of his neighbor. >>
Do you suffer your thoughts to tamper with evil; and to dally with wro >>
Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief t >>
At daybreak, when loath to rise, have this thought in thy mind: I am r >>
My father taught me to work, but he did not teach me to love it. >>
No true work since the world began was ever wasted; no true life since the world began has ever failed. Oh, understand those two perverted word, failure and success and measure them by the eternal, not the earthly, standard. When after thirty obscure, toilsome, unrecorded years in the shop of the village carpenter, one came forth to be pre-eminently the man of sorrows, to wander from city to city in homeless labors, and to expire in lonely agony upon the shameful cross -- was that a failure.