If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.

Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!

There is no sin greater than ignorance.