Infinite Toil Would Not Enable

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.

No Doubt Hard Work Is A Great Police Agent. If Everybody Were Worked From Morning Till Night, And Then Carefully Locked Up, The Register Of Crime Might Be Greatly Diminished. But What Would Become Of Human Nature? Where Would Be The Room For Growth In Such A System Of Things? It Is Through Sorrow And Mirth, Plenty And Need, A Variety Of Passions, Circumstances, And Temptations, Even Through Sin And Misery, That Men's Natures Are Developed.

The Sense Of Danger Is Never, Perhaps, So Fully Apprehended As When The Danger Has Been Overcome.

If You Are Often Deceived By Those Around You, You May Be Sure That You Deserve To Be Deceived; And That Instead Of Railing At The General Falseness Of Mankind, You Have First To Pronounce Judgment On Your Own Jealous Tyranny, Or On Your Own Weak Credulity.

It Takes A Great Man To Make A Great Listener