Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.
The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.
There must be a new world if there is to be any world at all!... These days of universal death must be days of universal new birth, if the ruin is not to be total and final! It is Time to make the dullest man consider; and ask himself, Whence he came? Whither he is bound?
A thought once awakened does not again slumber.
Thought will not work except in silence.