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.

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 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.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.

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.

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep read more

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it
nearly breaks my heart.

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.

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.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.