There is a wild, splendid, intoxicating joy that follows work well done.

A good front is half the battle in love or war.

A book on cheap paper does not convince. It is not prized, it is like a wheezy doctor with pigtail tobacco breath, who needs a manicure.

Do your work with your whole heart, and you will succeed - there's so little competition.

Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone; at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer.

When certain unmarried men, who had lost their capacity to sin, sat indoors, breathing bad air, and passed resolutions about what was right and what wrong, making rules for the guidance of the people, instead of trusting to the natural, happy instincts of the individual, they ushered in the Dark Ages. These are the gentlemen who blocked human evolution absolutely for a thousand years.

The path of civilization is paved with tin cans.