He was not obliged to toil, either physically or mentally; and indolence is born of luxury, and morbid sensibility luxuriates in the lap of indolence.

Forms of beauty and grandeur wait in the marble quarry for the hand of genius and skill.

Ingots of gold sleep in the mine, till the explorer fathoms its depths and brings to light the hidden treasures.
Labor is the slave of the lamp of life, who alone keeps its flame from waxing dim.

When a child, I looked upon poverty as man's greatest curse; but I now thought differently.

To feel that every wish is gratified, every want supplied, is almost as dreary as to indulge the wish, and experience the want, without the means of satisfying the cravings of one or the urgency of the other.
Had Ernest been a poor man, he would not have had time to think unceasingly of me.