Let every dawn of the morning be to you as the beginning of life. And let every setting of the sun be to you as its close. Then let everyone of these short lives leave its sure record of some kindly thing done for others; some good strength of knowledge gained for yourself. |
Life without industry is guilt, and industry without art is brutality |
Man's only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him. Reverence something to be worshipped by him, and love something to be cherished by him, forever. |
Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things. |
Men cannot not live by exchanging articles, but producing them. They live by work not trade. |
Men don't and can't live by exchanging articles, but by producing them. They don't live by trade, but by work. Give up that foolish and vain title of Trades Unions; and take that of laborers Unions. |
Modern education has devoted itself to the teaching of impudence, and then we complain that we can no longer control our mobs. |
Modern travelling is not travelling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel. |
Mountains are to the rest of the body of the earth, what violent muscular action is to the body of man. The muscles and tendons of its anatomy are, in the mountain, brought out with force and convulsive energy, full of expression, passion, and strength. |
Music when healthy, is the teacher of perfect order, and when depraved, the teacher of perfect disorder. |
Natural abilities can almost compensate for the want of every kind of cultivation, but no cultivation of the mind can make up for the want of natural abilities. |
Nearly all the evils in the Church have arisen from bishops desiring power more than light. They want authority, not outlook. |
Nearly all the powerful people of this age are unbelievers, the best of them in doubt and misery, the most in plodding hesitation, doing as well as they can, what practical work lies at hand. |
No architecture is so haughty as that which is simple. |
No art can be noble which is incapable of expressing thought, and no art is capable of expressing thought which does not change |