He had no theories on the dignity of labor; he simply exemplified it, and would have been amazed, and amused or angered according to his mood, had it been suggested to him that useful labor is not as necessary and continuous a part of life as breathing.

He did not speculate and talk about ideals; he lived them, incessantly and unconsciously.

The talker of ideals and the liver of ideals get echo and response, each after his kind--the talker, in the empty noise of applause; the liver, in the silent spread of the area of achievement.
A moment after Hiram roused the packing room of the flour mill with the master's eye, he was in the cooperage, the center of a group round one of the hooping machines.

It had got out of gear, and the workman had bungled in shutting off power; the result was chaos that threatened to stop the whole department for the rest of the day.

Ranger brushed away the wrangling tinkerers and examined the machine.