What greater bliss than to look back on days spent in usefulness, in doing good to those around us. Dorothea Dix backblissday Change image and share on social
Life is not to be expended in vain regrets. No day, no hour, comes but brings in its train work to be performed for some useful end - the suffering to be comforted, the wandering led home, the sinner reclaimed. Oh! How can any fold the hands to rest and say to the spirit, 'Take thine ease, for all is well!' Dorothea Dix bringcomfortday share on social
To me, the avocation of a teacher has something elevating and exciting. While surrounded by the young, one may always be doing good. Dorothea Dix avocationelevateexcit Change image and share on social
Man is not made better by being degraded; he is seldom restrained from crime by harsh measures, except the principle of fear predominates in his character, and then he is never made radically better for its influence. Dorothea Dix charactercrimedegrade share on social
Indulged habits of dependence create habits of indolence, and indolence opens the portal to petty errors, to many degrading habits, and to vice and crime with their attendant train of miseries. Dorothea Dix attendantcreatecrime Change image and share on social
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling. Dorothea Dix difficultearlyfelt Change image and share on social
The fabled origin of the laurel is this. Daphne, daughter of the river Peneus, offended by the persecutions of Apollo, implored succour of the gods, who changed her into a laurel tree. Apollo crowned his head with the leaves and ordered that forever after, the tree should be sacred to him. Dorothea Dix apollochangecrown share on social
That statesman is indeed happy who can count as his friends the really honest and consistent, the true Patriots, and the men of honorable thought. Dorothea Dix consistentcountfriend Change image and share on social
I have little taste for fashionable dissipations, cards, and dancing; the theatre and tea parties are my aversion, and I look with little envy on those who find their enjoyment in such transitory delights, if delights they may be called. Dorothea Dix aversioncallcard share on social
Happy are those who dwell apart from the harrowing tumults of public life! Dorothea Dix dwellhappyharrow Change image and share on social