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If we have done our best to do, and to be, we can rest in peace.
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If we have done our best to do, and to be, we can rest in peace.
Lastly, work secures the rich reward of rest, we must rest to be able to work well, and work to be able to enjoy rest.
Nor can any work, however persevering, or any success, however great, exhaust the prizes of life.
We all admit, though we often forget, the marvellous power of perseverance, and yet all Nature, down to Bruce's spider, is continually impressing this lesson on us.
Work indeed, and hard work, if only it is in moderation, is in itself a rich source of happiness.
Time indeed, is a sacred gift, and each day is a little life.
Time spent in innocent and rational enjoyments, in healthy games, in social and family intercourse, is well and wisely spent.
Everything that is great in life is the product of slow growth; the newer, and greater, and higher, and nobler the work, the slower is its growth, the surer is its lasting success.
Hurry never realizes that slow, careful foundation work is the quickest in the end.
In the race for wealth men often sacrifice time, energy, health, home, happiness and honor,--everything that money cannot buy, the very things that money can never bring back.
Let us ever turn our face toward the future with confidence and trust, with the calmness of a life in harmony with itself, true to its ideals, and slowly and constantly progressing toward their realization.
Nature never hurries. Every phase of her working shows plan, calmness, reliability, and the absence of hurry.
In old age it is indeed a consolation to think that the work of life is over and done with.
There is a direct pleasure in seeing work grow under one's hands day by day, until at last it is finished.
In all things I gave you an example, that so laboring you ought to help the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that he himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ ”
Competence to age is supplementary youth; a sorry supplement indeed, but I fear the best that is to be had.
From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.
It is Lucretian pleasure to behold the poor drudges, whom I have left behind in the world, carking and caring; like horses in a mill, drudging on in the same eternal round--and what is it all for?
It is my service to think how I can best fulfil the demands that each day makes upon me, and to rejoice that others can do what I cannot.
My share in the work of the world may be limited; but the fact that it is work makes it precious.
The labour of the body frees us from the pains of the mind, and thus makes the poor happy.
Love the art which you have learned, humble though it be, and in it find your recreation.
Life is a verb. We try our best. We don’t always do our best.
The pleasure of life is according to the man that lives it, and not according to the work or the place.
There is indeed one element in human destiny that not blindness itself can controvert: whatever else we are intended to do, we are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted.
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