Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

He who talks much about virtue in the abstract, begins to be suspected; it is shrewdly guessed that where there is great preaching there will be little almsgiving.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

History is the new poetry.

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.

I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.

A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby. The man is now a man.