Evidently the merit depends on the result of the work.
The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.
An excessive preponderance of an idealistic mood is harmful to society: it creates daydreaming, political Don Quixotism, hope for heavenly intervention. This is an undeniable truth--but it is also true that every extreme is harmful.
On an exhausted field, only weeds grow.
He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.
The fact is that between the classes there is a vast gulf that precludes all mutual understanding, and makes simultaneous efforts simply impossible.