Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need.
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.