Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

On The Whole, I Would Bid You Stand Up To Your Work, Whatever It May Be, And Not Be Afraid Of It; Not In Sorrows Or Contradictions To Yield, But To Push On Towards The Goal.

There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone Is There Perpetual Despair.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.

Naps Are A Way Of Traveling Painlessly Through Time Into The Future.

Thirty Millions, Mostly Fools.