Honest labour bears a lovely face.

To add to golden numbers golden numbers.

The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

I had a consuming ambition to possess a miller's thumb. I believe I have never since wanted anything more desperately than I wanted my right thumb to be flatte…

You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves of which you'll taste not a morsel; …

We never expected anything, actually. I think we still don't expect anything. We were proud of the album when we finished it, so whatever success it has we are…