Every Happiness Is A Hostage To Fortune.

Infinite Toil Would Not Enable You To Sweep Away A Mist; But By Ascending A Little You May Often Look Over It Altogether.

Almost All Human Affairs Are Tedious. Everything Is Too Long. Visits, Dinners, Concerts, Plays, Speeches, Pleadings, Essays, Sermons, Are Too Long. Pleasure And Business Labor Equally Under This Defect, Or, As I Should Rather Say, This Fatal Super-abundance.

Men Rattle Their Chains-to Manifest Their Freedom.

There Is Hardly A More Common Error Than That Of Taking The Man Who Has One Talent, For A Genius.

Having Once Decided To Achieve A Certain Task, Achieve It At All Costs Of Tedium And Distaste. The Gain In Self Confidence Of Having Accomplished A Tiresome Labor Is Immense.