YOUTH dreams a bliss on this side death;
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep:
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm’s not life’s crown, though calm is well.
WITHOUT great effort was nothing worthy ever achieved; and he who is never conscious of any strong lift within his mind, may know that he is a cumberer of the ground.
IN moments of effort, one learns to do the easy things that people like.
Robert Louis Stevenson
IT is only by labour that thought can be made healthy, and only by thought that labour can be made happy.