Quotes
Quotes about Work
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.
"Men work together," I told him from the heart, "Whether they work together or apart."
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have while working.
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.]
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies, Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise. The work she plyed, but, studious of delay, Each following night reversed the toils of day.
When Darby saw the setting sun He swung his scythe, and home he run, Sat down, drank off his quart and said, "My work is done, I'll go to bed." "My work is done!" retorted Joan, "My work is done! Your constant tone, But hapless woman ne'er can say 'My work is done' till judgment day."
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you employed. [Lat., Facito aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat occupatum.]
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.
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom, By the dirty pen, What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.
For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
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.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
I am gradually approaching the period in my life when work comes first. . . . No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.
Who first invented work, and bound the free And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . Sabbathless Satan!
No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him: there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hand of toil!
Work divided is in that manner shortened. [Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]
Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.
The work under our labour grows Luxurious by restraint.
I am nothing and to nothing tend, On earth I nothing have and nothing claim, Man's noblest works must have one common end, And nothing crown the tablet of his name.
The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in political, and in professional life, if as a matter of course, men stopped work at this age.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.
Many hands make light work.
