The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Since the creation of the world there has been no tyrant like Intemperance, and no slaves so cruelly treated as his.

If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.