Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. — Henry David Thoreau

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.

None can be an impartial or wise observer of human life but from the vantage ground of what we should call voluntary poverty.