Quote by Nancy Sproat

How pleasant is Saturday night when I've tried all the week to be good, and not spoke a word that was bad, and obliged everyone that I could.

How pleasant is Saturday night when I've tried all the week

Summary

This quote highlights the joy and satisfaction that comes from leading a virtuous and helpful life. It suggests that after a week of consciously behaving well, refraining from negative speech, and assisting others, Saturday night feels especially pleasant. It emphasizes the notion that doing good deeds and being kind to others brings a sense of fulfillment and happiness that can be cherished during leisure time.

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