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The result was that I gradually, but completely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it.
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The result was that I gradually, but completely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it.
The labour of the body frees us from the pains of the mind, and thus makes the poor happy.
Have regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.
It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet, when things vex or grieve us.
It would be worth while to win, but she no longer thought life would be insupportable if she did not.
Am I equipped for nothing but to lie among the bed-clothes and keep warm?
Bear toil and pain, not as if wretched under it, nor as courting pity or admiration.
Love the art which you have learned, humble though it be, and in it find your recreation.
Others, who love the art that they have made their own, exhaust themselves with labouring at it unwashed and unfed.
Some day the world will understand that, and the little oases on the windy tops of hills will harbor for healing its ailing, house-weary broods.
I had, and still have, determined perseverance, but I soon found that it was in vain to occupy my mind beyond a certain time.
Most things are more rewarding when you break a sweat to get em.
A man should diffuse joy, but, as much as he can, smother grief.
It is doubtful whether a person could be a failure while engaged in work which he liked best.
Every effort under compulsion demands a sacrifice of life-energy.
success is the child of drudgery and perseverance. It cannot be coaxed or bribed; pay the price, and it is yours.
Great tenacity of purpose is the only thing that will carry you over the hard places which appear in every career to ultimate triumph.
Self-love is mainly to blame, making people fond of being first and aspiring in all matters, and insatiably desirous to engage in everything.
All the toys that infatuate men, and which they play for
The pleasure of life is according to the man that lives it, and not according to the work or the place.
We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.
Great God! this is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority.
One can only say 'God help us!' and plod on our weary way, cold and very miserable, though outwardly cheerful.
We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.
It never seems to them that they have served enough; they have a fine impatience of their virtues.
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