"He can see the unapproachable, beautiful simplicity of perfection, and bad work hurts him.

I don't know that it's a crime to throw away money, but it is to waste intelligence and effort that could accomplish a good deal properly directed.

Why was man given the power to understand the structure of this material world?
I may be a worn-out whisky wreck, but I could tell them how to strike the copper." "Still," said Weston, dryly, "I'd very much rather you didn't.

I don't think that it would be wise." His companion left him shortly afterward, and it was some days later when the subject was reopened.

Then Grenfell came to him with a rueful face.
"I've had an interview with the manager," he explained.
"Well," said Weston, sharply, "what did he say ?" Grenfell shrugged his shoulder.
"Told me to get out of camp right away." Just then Colvin approached them, and his manner was for once slightly deprecatory.
"It doesn't pay to know more than the boss," he said; and then he looked at Weston.