With Will One Can Do Anything.

He Who Labours Not, Cannot Enjoy The Reward Of Labour.

Purposes, Like Eggs, Unless They Be Hatched Into Action, Will Run Into Rottenness.

Childhood Is Like A Mirror, Which Reflects In Afterlife The Images First Presented To It. The First Thing Continues Forever With The Child. The First Joy, The First Sorrow, The First Success, The First Failure, The First Achievement, The First Misadventure, Paint The Foreground Of His Life.

It Will Generally Be Found That Men Who Are Constantly Lamenting Their Ill Luck Are Only Reaping The Consequences Of Their Own Neglect, Mismanagement, And Improvidence, Or Want Of Application.

Labour May Be A Burden And A Chastisement, But It Is Also An Honour And A Glory. Without It, Nothing Can Be Accomplished.