Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I
have no pleasure in them;
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not
darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the
strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because
they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.
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Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.
Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
There will be little drudgery in this better ordered world.
Natural power harnessed in machines will be the general read more
There will be little drudgery in this better ordered world.
Natural power harnessed in machines will be the general drudge.
What drudgery is inevitable will be done as a service and duty
for a few years or months out of each life; it will not consume
nor degrade the whole life of anyone.
The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.
The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a read more
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a day.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for.
Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for.
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out read more
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary--or a stool
To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep read more
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it
nearly breaks my heart.
