We come to our own and would make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise. We can never part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet. It is firm water: it is cold flame: what health, what affinity!

Labor is God's education.

Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.

War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.

Enthusiasm is the height of man; it is the passing from the human to the divine.

The Englishman who has lost his fortune is said to have died of a broken heart.

Work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of chance.