Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a Life-purpose... Get your happiness out of your work or you will never know what real happiness is... Even in the meanest sorts of Labour, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work!

The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.

This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick.

Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.

Let him who would move and convince others, be first moved and convinced himself.

No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.