One of the great undiscovered joys of life comes from doing everything one attempts to the best of one's ability. There is a special sense of satisfaction, a pride in surveying such a work, a work which is rounded, full, exact, complete in its parts, which the superficial person who leaves his or her work in a slovenly, slipshod, half-finished condition, can never know. It is this conscientious completeness which turns any work into art. The smallest task, well done, becomes a miracle of achievement.
|
Upon looking back from the end of the last chapter and surveying the texture of what has been wrote, it is necessary, that upon this page and ...
|
There is no observation more frequently made by such as employ themselves in surveying the conduct of mankind, than that marriage, though the dictate of nature, and the institution of Providence, is yet very often the cause of misery, and that those who enter into that state can seldom forbear to express their repentance, and their envy of those whom either chance or caution hath withheld from it.
|
How many times have we stood here, you and I, surveying the field before battle? How many times have we won? How many times must we lose to have lost all those victories and promises of victory? Once, old friend. Once. Once. Once.
|