Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.
The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.
Know what thou canst work at, and work at it like a Hercules.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Imagination is a poor matter when it has to part company with understanding.
A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.