God has so made the mind of man that a peculiar deliciousness resides in the fruits of personal industry.

One loses all the time which he might employ to better purpose.

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Everything without tells the individual that he is nothing; everything within persuades him that he is everything.

A true history of human events would show that a far larger proportion of our acts as the results of sudden impulses and accident, than of the reason of which we so much boast.

Judge of thine improvement, not by what thou speakest or writest, but by the firmness of thy mind, and the government of thy passions and affections.

Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools.

It is not a lucky word, this name "impossible"; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of others.

There are two main human sins from which all the others derive: impatience and indolence. It was because of impatience that they were expelled from Paradise, it is because of indolence that they do not return. Yet perhaps there is only one major sin: impatience. Because of impatience they were expelled, because of impatience they do not return.