It is the childlike part of us that produces works of the imagination. When we were children time passed so slow with us that we seemed to have time for everything.

It has become an article of the creed of modern morality that all labour is good in itself -- a convenient belief to those who live on the labour of others. But as to those on whom they live, I recommend them not to take it on trust, but to look into the matter a little deeper.

What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?

That talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense; there is no such thing. It is a mere matter of craftsmanship.

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.

And the deeds that ye do upon this earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.