Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

We ought to recognise the profound gulf between the work to which we are 'called' and the work we are forced into as a means of livelihood.

Unless we do change our whole way of thought about work, I do not think we shall ever escape from the appalling squirrel-cage of economic confusion in which we have been madly turning for the last three centuries or so, the cage in which we landed ourselves by acquiescing in a social system based upon Envy and Avarice. A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste.

A continual atmosphere of hectic passion is very trying if you haven't got any of your own.

Trouble shared is trouble halved.

Heroics that don't come off are the very essence of burlesque.

In fact, there is perhaps only one human being in a thousand who is passionately interested in his job for the job's sake. The difference is that if that one person in a thousand is a man, we say, simply, that he is passionately keen on his job; if she is a woman, we say she is a freak.