"Well, what shall I give you for your secret ?" asked Mr.Peel, and Dick replied, "Gi' me a quart of ale every day as I'm in the mills, and I'll tell thee all about it." "Agreed," said Mr.Peel, and Dick whispered very cautiously in his ear, "Chalk your bobbins!" That was the whole secret, and Mr.Peel soon shot ahead of all his competitors, for he made machines that would chalk their own bobbins.

Dick was handsomely rewarded with money instead of beer.

His little idea has saved the world millions of dollars.
The totality of a life at any moment is the product mainly of little things.

Trifling choices, insignificant exercises of the will, unimportant acts often repeated,--things seemingly of small account,--these are the thousand tiny sculptors that are carving away constantly at the rude block of our life, giving it shape and feature.
Indeed the formation of character is much like the work of an artist in stone.

The sculptor takes a rough, unshapen mass of marble, and with strong, rapid strokes of mallet and chisel quickly brings into view the rude outline of his design; but after the outline appears then come hours, days, perhaps even years, of patient, minute labor.