Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.

Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.

So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon i…

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future.

If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must…

A sweet content Passing all wisdom or its fairest flower.