"If I rest, I rust"-would be an excellent motto for idleness. If one allows his faculties to rest, like the iron in the unused key, they will soon sighs of rust, and, ultimately, cannot do the work required of them.
Those who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant use. Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement.
If the little Scotchlad, Ferguson, allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside, instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads, he would never have become a famous astronomer. So the price of noble and enduring success is eternal industry.
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