To do what is good, to know what is true--that is what distinguishes one man from another; the rest is nothing.

The duration of life is so short, its true needs are so narrow, and when we go away, it all matters so little whether we have been somebody or nobody.

When the end comes, all that you want is a sorry piece of canvas and four deal boards.

In the morning I hear the labourers under my window.

Scarce has the day dawned before they are at work with spade and barrow, delving and wheeling.