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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.
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.
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years read more
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I
have no pleasure in them;
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not
darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the
strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because
they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.
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.
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a read more
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession
until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double
allowance.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
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.
