Are Not Our Greatest Men

There Is A Perennial Nobleness, And Even Sacredness, In Work. Were He Never So Benighted, Forgetful Of His High Calling, There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone There Is Perpetual Despair.

Beautiful It Is, And A Gleam From The Same Eternal Pole-star Visible Amid The Destinies Of Men, That All Talent, All Intellect, Is In The First Plane Moral. What A World Were This Otherwise!

The Purpose Of Man Is In Action Not Thought.

My Whinstone House My Castle Is, I Have My Own Four Walls.

Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of Mankind Proceed From Idleness.