Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do

Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do

Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting
solidity or exactness of beauty.

Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting
solidity or exactness of beauty.

There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.

There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.

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."

You're blessed if you have the strength to work.

You're blessed if you have the strength to work.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.

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.]

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is
toil.

The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, read more

The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire,
And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies.
Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand,
To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand.