David might have grown very wealthy by making goods of the standard already attained; but throughout his long and successful life he never ceased to study still further to perfect his hammers in the minutest detail.

They were usually sold without any warrant of excellence, the word "Maydole" stamped on the head being universally considered a guaranty of the best article the world could produce.
Character is power, and is the best advertisement in the world.
"We have no secret," said the manager of an iron works employing thousands of men.

"We always try to beat our last batch of rails.
That is all the secret we've got, and we don't care who knows it." "I don't try to see how cheap a machine I can produce, but how good a machine," said the late John C.Whitin, of Northbridge, Mass., to a customer who complained of the high price of some cotton machinery.
Business men soon learned what this meant; and when there was occasion to advertise any machinery for sale, New England cotton manufacturers were accustomed to state the number of years it had been in use and add, as an all-sufficient guaranty of Northbridge products, "Whitin make." "Madam," said the sculptor H.K.Brown, as he admired a statue in alabaster made by a youth in his teens, "this boy has something in him." It was the figure of an Irishman who worked for the Ward family in Brooklyn years ago, and gave with minutest fidelity not merely the man's features and expression, but even the patches in his trousers, the rent in his coat, and the creases in his narrow-brimmed stove-pipe hat.

Mr.Brown saw the statue at the house of a lady living at Newburgh-on-the-Hudson.

Six years later he invited her brother, J.Q.
A.Ward, to become a pupil in his studio.