All the best things and treasures of this world are not to be produced by each generation for itself; but we are all intended, not to carve our work in snow that will melt, but each and all of us to be continually rolling a great white gathering snow-ball, higher and higher, larger and larger, along the Alps of human power.

Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.

It is only by labour that thought can be made healthy, and only by thought that labour can be made happy, and the two cannot be separated with impunity.

Depend upon it, the first universal characteristic of all great art is Tenderness, as the second is Truth.

The essence of lying is in deception, not in words.

We were not sent into this world to do anything into which we cannot put our hearts.

Human work must be done honourably and thoroughly, because we are now Men; whether we ever expect to be angels, or were ever slugs, being practically no matter.