The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune’s inequality exhibits under this sun.
Reform is not pleasant, but grievous no person can reform themselves without suffering and hard work, how much less a nation.