Our Duty Is To Believe

Rest Is By No Means A Waste Of Time.

False Pleasures Come From Without And Are Imperfect: Happiness Is Internal And Our Own.

A Man Who Is Not A Good Friend To Himself Cannot Be So To Any One Else.

A Day Of Worry Is More Exhausting Than A Week Of Work.

Happy Indeed Is The Naturalist: To Him The Seasons Come Round Like Old Friends; To Him The Birds Sing: As He Walks Along, The Flowers Stretch Out From The Hedges, Or Look Up From The Ground, And As Each Year Fades Away, He Looks Back On A Fresh Store Of Happy Memories.