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.

I like work; It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

I like work; It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

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.

Earned with the sweat of my brows.

Earned with the sweat of my brows.

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.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the
evening.

Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the
evening.

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.]

Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who read more

Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who works for glory misses oft the goal;
Who works for money coins his very soul.
Work for the work's sake, then, and it may be
That these things shall be added unto thee.