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The pleasure of life is according to the man that lives it, and not according to the work or the place.

All the toys that infatuate men, and which they play for

Great God! this is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority.

We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

One can only say 'God help us!' and plod on our weary way, cold and very miserable, though outwardly cheerful.

We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.

Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality

Now, to be properly enjoyed, a walking tour should be gone upon alone.

It never seems to them that they have served enough; they have a fine impatience of their virtues.

The mere drudgery undergone by some men in carrying on their undertakings has been something extraordinary, but the drudgery they regarded as the price of success.

Energy enables a man to force his way through irksome drudgery and dry details, and carries him onward and upward in every station in life.

Work in moderation is healthy, as well as agreeable to the human constitution.

Work educates the body, as study educates the mind; and that is the best state of society in which there is some work for every man's leisure, and some leisure for every man's work.

The road to success may be steep to climb, and it puts to the proof the energies of him who would reach the summit.

Life seems terribly foreshortened as they look back and the mountain they set themselves to climb in youth turns out to be a mere spur of immeasurably higher ranges when, by failing breath, they reach the top.

I am now sending back to Belle Plain all my wagons for a fresh supply of provisions and ammunition, and purpose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.

Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?

Struggle, work, fight as I would, I seemed to get nowhere and accomplish nothing.

The Day of Miracles was past, and a long, gray road of dogged work lay ahead.

Rest and recreation are also necessary to his physical life.

If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.

When he undertakes to play a part on the stage, and to persuade the world to think more about him than they do about themselves, he is got into a track where he will find nothing but briars and thorns, vexation and disappointment.

The American over-tension and jerkiness and breathlessness and intensity and agony of expression are primarily social, and only secondarily physiological, phenomena.

We live subject to arrest by degrees of fatigue which we have come only from habit to obey.

Our fires are damped, our drafts are checked. We are making use of only a small part of our possible mental and physical resources.