The greatest happiness for the laborer consists in having an abundant supply of the necessaries of life.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
The goal of mathematics is to make the simple complicated, and the complicated simple.
