God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still read more

God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still some aim for the heart and the will
And the soul of a man to pursue.

As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.

As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.

Three Rules of Work: Out of clutter find simplicity; From discord find harmony; In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.

Three Rules of Work: Out of clutter find simplicity; From discord find harmony; In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is read more

May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it's being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know read more

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the
Mercies multiplied;
They sit at the Feet, they hear the Word, they see how truly the
Promise runs;
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays
it on Martha's sons!

Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is
eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.

Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is
eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.

The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.

When Darby saw the setting sun
He swung his scythe, and home he run,
Sat down, drank read more

When Darby saw the setting sun
He swung his scythe, and home he run,
Sat down, drank off his quart and said,
"My work is done, I'll go to bed."
"My work is done!" retorted Joan,
"My work is done! Your constant tone,
But hapless woman ne'er can say
'My work is done' till judgment day."