Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?
What is there glorious in the world, that is not the product of labor, either of the body or of the mind?
Men cannot labor on always. They must have recreation.
There is nothing to do with men [and women] but to love them; to contemplate their virtues with admiration, their faults with pity and forbearance, and their injuries with forgiveness.
Occupied people are not unhappy people.
Men cannot labor on always. They must have intervals of relaxation. They cannot sleep through these intervals. What are they to do? Why, if they do not work or sleep, they must have recreation. And if they have not recreation from healthful sources, they will be very likely to take it from the poisoned fountains of intemperance. Or, if they have pleasures, which, though innocent, are forbidden by the maxims of public morality, their very pleasures are liable to become poisoned fountains.
Labor is man's greatest function. He is nothing, he can do nothing, he can achieve nothing, he can fulfill nothing, without working.
Of all the movies I've done in my life, the one where I play a crazy awful psycho woman finds me my husband.
When I'm working, I'm very purposeful and everything else gets out of focus. Something I've had to work on together with my wife is how to acknowledge each other in the midst of this and keep the relationship going.
If you want to see a rainbow you have to learn to see the rain.
Our life is a gymnasium of desire. . . . When Christians say "God," what do we wish to express? This word is all that we yearn for. "