Work First, And Then Rest.

Conceit May Puff A Man Up, But Never Prop Him Up.

If You Want Knowledge, You Must Toil For It; If Food, You Must Toil For It; And If Pleasure, You Must Toil For It: Toil Is The Law.

In The Range Of Inorganic Nature. I Doubt If Any Object Can Be Found More Perfectly Beautiful Than A Fresh, Deep Snowdrift, Seen Under Warm Light.

Some Slaves Are Scoured To Their Work By Whips, Others By Their Restlessness And Ambition.

Once Thoroughly Our Own, The Knowledge Ceases To Give Us Pleasure.