If I rest, I rust
would be an excellent motto for those who are afflicted with the slightest
bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it
with advantage to serve as a reminder that, if one allows his faculties to rest,
like the iron in the unused key, they will soon show signs 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,
so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge, the gate that guard the entrances
to the professions, to science, art, literature, agriculture---every department of human
endeavor.Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement.
If Hugh Miller, after toiling all day in a quarry, had devoted his evenings
to rest and recreation, he would never have become a famous geologist.
The celebrated mathematician, Edmund Stone, would never have published
a mathematical dictionary, never have found the key to science of mathematics,
if he had given 0his spare moments to idleness, had(and) the little Scotch lad,
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.
Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant, spasmodic, or ill-directed labor; but faithful,
unremitting, daily effort toward a well-directed purpose. Just as truly as
eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the
price of noble and enduring success.