All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven.
All work of man is as the swimmer's: a vast ocean threatens to devour him; if he front it not bravely, it will keep its word.
Tell a person they are brave and you help them become so.
Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.
We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named fair competition and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.