Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.
Virtue is like health: the harmony of the whole man.
Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.
Produce, produce! Were it but the pitifulest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in God's name. 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee? Out with it then! Up, up! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might.
Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.
All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster's eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you.