Quotes About Work

That was an all-purpose IBM 3070. It took up half a room and still did not have enough capacity to do all the jobs demanded of it.

His words were noble, even in such a cause. I hated the twisted minds who had done such a thing to a fine consumer like Gus. It was something like murder. He could have played his part in the world, buying and using and making work and profits for his brothers all around the globe, ever increasing his wants and needs, ever increasing everybody's work and profits in the circle of consumption, raising children to be consumers in turn. It hurt to see him perverted into a sterile zealot.

He turned to the want ads, looked for MALE HELP WANTED

Oh, just a minute, Mrs. Carr. What department at Bonney's does your husband work in?" "The Roman candle department." It made me forget, for the moment, what I'd been leading up to. I said, "The Roman candle department! That's a wonderful phrase; I love it. If I sell the paper, darned if I don't look up Bonney the very next day. I'd love to work in the Roman candle department. Your husband is a lucky man." "You're

All great artists and thinkers are great workers.

Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar.

What destroys a man more quickly than to work, think and feel without inner necessity, without any deep personal desire, without pleasure - as a mere automaton of duty?

We labour at our daily work more ardently and thoughtlessly than is necessary to sustain our life because it is even more necessary not to have leisure to stop and think. Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.

Success has always been the greatest liar - and the work itself is a success; the great statesman, the conqueror, the discoverer is disguised by his creations, often beyond recognition; the work, whether of the artist or the philosopher, invents the man who has created it, who is supposed to have create it; great men, as they are venerated, are subsequent pieces of wretched minor fiction

One still works, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.

Men need play & danger. Civilization gives them work and safety.

What could destroy us more quickly than working, thinking, and feeling without any inner necessity, without any deeply personal choice, without pleasure - as an automaton of duty? This is the very recipe for decadence, even for idiocy.

Insight into the origin of a work concerns the physiologists and vivisectionists of the spirit; never the aesthetic man, the artist!

Do I then strive after happiness? I strive after my work!

A profession is the backbone of life.

Ah, ye brethren, that God whom I created was human work and human madness, like all the Gods!

Works, first and foremost! That is to say, doing, doing, doing! The 'faith' that goes with it will soon put in an appearance - you can be sure of that!

For in one's heart one loveth only one's child and one's work; and where there is great love to oneself, then is it the sign of pregnancy: so have I found it.

A little poison now and then: that maketh pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death. One still worketh, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one. One no longer becometh poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wanteth to rule? Who still wanteth to obey? Both are too burdensome. No shepherd, and one herd! Every one wanteth the same; every one is equal: he who hath other sentiments goeth voluntarily into the madhouse

There are laws of hate in the universe, shaping even its loves, and it is time I made them work for me.

The man is interested in the sowing of wheat in the field; the woman in making the bread.

Do not say we work to go to Heaven because we are mercenary. Does a man love a woman and ask for her hand because he is mercenary? I love poetry; there's no money in it.

Sologub began the serialization of his greatest and most bizarre work, The Created Legend (1907

Voulez-vous mériter la confiance de ceux qui ne vous connaissent pas? travaillez. On estime toujours ceux qui travaillent.