Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.

He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.

"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."

Shall we speak of the inspiration of a poet or a priest, and not of the heart impelled by love and self-devotion to the lowliest work in the lowliest way of life?

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!

Marley was dead: to begin with.