The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is
that which delays them.

The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is
that which delays them.

Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same.

Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same.

I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is read more

I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will
fight for an idea like a hero. . . . I tell you, gentlemen, if
you can shew a man a piece of what he now calls God's work to do,
and what he will later call by many new names, you can make him
entirely reckless of the consequences to himself personally.

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.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

If I went to work in a factory the first thing I'd do is join a union.

If I went to work in a factory the first thing I'd do is join a union.

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.]

Anyone who can walk to the welfare office can walk to work.

Anyone who can walk to the welfare office can walk to work.

All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.