Go to the desk. Stay at the desk. Thrive at the desk.

As frost, raised to its utmost intensity, produces the sensation of fire, so any good quality, overwrought and pushed to excess, turns into its own contrary.

With the "civilized" person contentment is a myth. From the cradle to the grave they are forever longing and striving after something better, an indefinable something, some new object yet unattained.

Talking, is a digestive process which is absolutely essential to the mental constitution of the man who devours many books.

The same disappointments in life will chasten and refine one man's spirit, embitter another's.

The smallest thing, well done, becomes artistic.

We all have two childhoods, the unhappy one and the happy one.