Life Though A Short, Is A Working

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.

To Those Who Know Thee Not, No Words Can Paint! And Those Who Know Thee, Know All Words Are Faint!

My Plan Of Instruction Is Extremely Simple And Limited. They Learn, On Week-days, Such Coarse Works As May Fit Them For Servants. I Allow Of No Writing For The Poor. My Object Is Not To Make Fanatics, But To Train Up The Lower Classes In Habits Of Industry And Piety.

When Thou Hast Truly Thanked The Lord For Every Blessing Sent, But Little Time Will Then Remain For Murmur Or Lament.

If A Young Lady Has That Discretion And Modesty Without Which All Knowledge Is Little Worth, She Will Never Make An Ostentatious Parade Of It, Because She Will Rather Be Intent On Acquiring More Than On Displaying What She Has.