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Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real read more
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
Every man is dishonest who lives upon the labor of others, no matter if he occupies a throne.
Every man is dishonest who lives upon the labor of others, no matter if he occupies a throne.
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.
Labour in vain; or coals to Newcastle.
Labour in vain; or coals to Newcastle.
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.
A man's best friends are his ten fingers.
A man's best friends are his ten fingers.
