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Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man’s life as in a book. Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping. Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe, not of the cars.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
Men have become the tools of their tools.
It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success.