I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of other men’s good, content with my harm.

How long a time lies in one little word!
- Topic: Communication, Speech, Time
- Location: Glacier National Park
- Photo: Jeffrey Benjamin
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When angry, count to ten before you speak; if very angry, one hundred.
Don’t make yourself miserable with what is to come or not to come.
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A place for everything and everything in its place.
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