The Wise Man... If He Would Live

No Good Thing Is Ever Lost. Nothing Dies, Not Even Life Which Gives Up One Form Only To Resume Another. No Good Action, No Good Example Dies. It Lives Forever In Our Race. While The Frame Moulders And Disappears, The Deed Leaves An Indelible Stamp, And Molds The Very Thought And Will Of Future Generations.

Luck Lies In Bed, And Wishes The Postman Would Bring Him News Of A Legacy; Labor Turns Out At Six, And With Busy Pen Or Ringing Hammer Lays The Foundation Of A Competence.

Conscience Is That Peculiar Faculty Of The Soul Which May Be Called The Religious Instinct.

The Principal Industrial Excellence Of The English People Lay In Their Capacity Of Present Exertion For A Distant Object.

Even Happiness Itself May Become Habitual. There Is A Habit Of Looking At The Bright Side Of Things, And Also Of Looking At The Dark Side.