Leaning back complacently in his easy-chair, with the glass upheld between his eye and the window, he discoursed to me of my journey, of my prospects in life, and of all that I should do and avoid, professionally and morally.
"Work," he said, "is the panacea for every sorrow--the plaster for every pain--your only universal remedy.

Industry, air, and exercise are our best physicians.

Trust to them, boy; but beware how you publish the prescription, lest you find your occupation gone.

Remember, if you wish to be rich, you must never seem to be poor; and as soon as you stand in need of your friends, you will find yourself with none left.

Be discreet of speech, and cultivate the art of silence.