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Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried, or childless men
Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it.
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
Responsibilities. To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
I'm a great believer in luck, and I find that the harder I work, the more I have of it.
The world is full of willing people: some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
By working faithfully eight hours a day, you might eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.
The heights by great men reached and kept,
Were not obtained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Standing on what too long we bore
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern - unseen before,
A path to higher destinies.
Were not obtained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Standing on what too long we bore
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern - unseen before,
A path to higher destinies.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine
Saint Augustine! well has thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame! ...
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame! ...
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine
Under the spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands...
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man. ...
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands...
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man. ...
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
The Village Blacksmith
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