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

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

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 rather since every man is the son of his own works.
[Sp., Quanto mas que cada uno es read more

The rather since every man is the son of his own works.
[Sp., Quanto mas que cada uno es hijo de sus obras.]

I try to be known more for my work than for anything else.

I try to be known more for my work than for anything else.

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.

Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.

Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

The harder I work, the luckier I get.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not read more

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

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.