The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.

Health is the soul that animates all the enjoyments of life, which fade and are tasteless without it.

Many are they who have a taste and love for drawing, but no talent; and this will be discernible in boys who are not diligent and never finish their drawings with shading.

Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

The math is dead simple: it seems that the frequency of planets able to support life is roughly one percent. In other words, a billion or more such worlds exist in our galaxy alone. That's a lot of acreage, and it takes industrial-strength credulity to believe it's all bleakly barren.