There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable. – Fawn M. Brodie
Socrates termed philosophy the preparation for death; but should it not rather be styled the patient endurance of life? – The Countess of Blessington, Desultory Thoughts and Reflections, 1839