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Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
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Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
This joy of life, this joy of work, in man is absolutely true.
The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live, so that the longer we can stay among these things so much the more is snatched from inevitable Time.
Gentleness and cheerfulness, these come before all morality; they are the perfect duties.
There is certainly no greater happiness than to be able to look back on a life usefully and virtuously employed, to trace our own progress in existence, by such tokens as excite neither shame nor sorrow.
Labour is not only a necessity and a duty, but a blessing: only the idler feels it to be a curse.
success--the real success--does not depend upon the position you hold, but upon how you carry yourself in that position
Freedom from effort in the present merely means that there has been stored up effort in the past.
But a man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body.
Thus worthy work carries with it the hope of pleasure in rest, the hope of the pleasure in our using what it makes, and the hope of pleasure in our daily creative skill.
Your life isn't meant to be a checklist given by others. Give yourself permission to experience life beyond accomplishing something. It's a delicate balance of achieving goals and being present to enjoy the moment. Do good and feel alive.
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