Until he wins—Nervous Prostration and Death!
Much talent is often lost for want of a little courage.—George Eliot.
A sorry picture, isn’t it? No doubt it sets forth, in an extreme manner, the evils that arise from crowding a child into boyhood, and a boy into manhood; still, no one who observes carefully will doubt that such wrongs are constantly being committed by hundreds of ambitious parents and well-meaning teachers.
The crowning fortune of a man is to be born with a bias to some pursuit, which finds him in employment and happiness.—Emerson.
Yet, I think you have little to fear along the lines of over-study. You must train your mind to grapple with tasks while you are young, for if you do not begin now you may not, later on, be able to summon that concentration of thought that is necessary for winning success along any line of endeavor.
“Difficulties are the best stimulant. Trouble is a tonic,” says one of our wise essayists.
No one is useless in the world who lightens the burden of it for any one else.—Charles Dickens.
“He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill, our antagonist is our helper,” says Edmund Burke. “This conflict with difficulty makes us acquainted with our object, and compels us to consider it in all its relations. It will not suffer us to be superficial.”
The fewer the words the better the prayer.—Luther.
Life is a grind; a sorry few