Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

The best augury of a man’s success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.

It is shameful and inhuman to treat men like chattels to make money by, or to regard them merely as so much muscle or physical power.

The most fitting occupation for a civilized man is to do nothing.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

Every man is worth just so much as the things he busies himself with.

Man must be doing something, or fancy that he is doing something, for in him throbs the creative impulse; the mere basker in the sunshine is not a natural, but an abnormal man.

Hang work! I wish that all the year were holiday; I am sure that Indolence—indefeasible Indolence—is the true state of man.