Will Thomas
Will Thomas
Will Thomas may refer to:...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
book collections university
A collection of books is the best of all universities.
men miracle heaven
There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.
leadership captains industry
Leaders: Captains of industry.
truth errors mass
The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.
truth essence genuine
The genuine essence of truth never dies.
evil triumph deliverance
In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.
men action ends
The end of man is action.
book faces firsts
No good book, or good thing of any sort, shows its best face at first.
work men despair
There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in idleness alone there is perpetual despair.
work grows spread
All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.
wind public-opinion degrees
Wonderful Force of Public Opinion! We must act and walk in all points as it prescribes; follow the traffic it bids us, realize the sum of money, the degree of influence it expects of us, or we shall be lightly esteemed; certain mouthfuls of articulate wind will be blown at us, and this what mortal courage can front?
teaching school destruction
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
life soldier honor
The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.
life devil rolling
To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?