No good is certain but the steadfast mind,
The undivided will to seek the good.
—George Eliot.
There is a class of people who are comparatively valueless to the world because of a certain morbidness which they are pleased to call sensitiveness. In reality it is nothing of the sort. It is self-love—a refined variety of it, to be sure, but none the less is it the result of a selfishly subjective state, in which they look in and not out, and down and not up, and fail to lend a hand—not from any real unwillingness, but because they are looking in, and do not see the opportunity.
—Lilian Whiting.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
—Dickens.
We always weaken when we exaggerate.
—La Harpe.
It is not poverty that helps a man; it is the effort by which he throws off the yoke of poverty that enlarges the powers.