To Be Called One Thing, Is Oftentimes

They Talk Of The Dignity Of Work. The Dignity Is In Leisure.

...the Silent Reminiscence Of Hardships Departed, Is Sweeter Than The Presence Of Delight.

True Work Is The Necessity Of Poor Humanity's Earthly Condition. The Dignity Is In Leisure. Besides, 99 Hundredths Of All The Work Done In The World Is Either Foolish And Unnecessary, Or Harmful And Wicked.

Know, Thou, That The Lines That Live Are Turned Out Of A Furrowed Brow.

All Men Live Enveloped In Whale-lines. All Are Born With Halters Round Their Necks; But It Is Only When Caught In The Swift, Sudden Turn Of Death, That Mortals Realize The Silent, Subtle, Ever-present Perils Of Life. And If You Be A Philosopher, Though Seated In The Whale-boat, You Would Not At Heart Feel One Whit More Of Terror, Than Though Seated Before Your Evening Fire With A Poker, And Not A Harpoon, By Your Side.