Work was made for man, and not man for work. Work is man's servant, both in its results to the worker and the world. Man is not work's servant, save as an almost universal perversion has made him such.
It is the life in literature that acts upon life.
Blessed is that man who knows his own distaff and has found his own spindle.
God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.
He never said it would be easy, He just said He'd go with me.
Responsibility walks hand in hand with capacity and power.