Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.

Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride read more

When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride of man,
That nowe merres his mede?

Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]

Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one read more

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done
one's best.
[Ger., So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie
fur fertig erklaren, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das
Moglichste getan hat.]

How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting read more

How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself read more

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

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.

The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary. •Vince Lombardi or •Donald Kendall My grandfather read more

The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary. •Vince Lombardi or •Donald Kendall My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group; there was less competition there. •Indira Gandhi I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. •Douglas Adams There are no menial jobs, only menial attitudes. •William Bennett The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them. •Robert Frost When work is a pleasure, life is a joy; when work is a duty, life is slavery. •Maksim Gorky One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man. •Elbert Hubbard It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. •Jerome K Jerome One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important. •Bertrand Russell Ninety-eight percent of the adults in this country are decent, hard-working, honest Americans. It's the other lousy two percent that get all the publicity. But then--we elected them. •Lily Tomlin Anyone can do any amount of work provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at the moment. •Robert Benchley Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. •Thomas Edison Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all. •Sam Ewing Real success is finding you lifework in the work that you love. •David McCullough Executive ability is deciding quickly and getting somebody else to do the work. •John G. Pollard Banker: A fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain. •Mark Twain