Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

The modern majesty consists in work. What a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by doing it.

I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.

Originality is a thing we constantly clamour for, and constantly quarrel with.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

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!