Whatever the job you are asked to do at whatever level do a good job because your reputation is your resume.
Work is a substitute "religious" experience for many workaholics.
A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
Thank God for the grace to work.
What did you work at?" Colum asked, shifting a bit on the bench to look more directly at me."I was in service," I said quietly, more quietly than I intended. I wondered if maybe the answer had gotten...
The vicious circle of life is employment
Many people know they're working, but not what they're working.
If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again.
I've had a profession for a number of years, and it has mastered me. A profession is like a great snake that wraps itself around you. Once you are enwrapped, you are in a slow fight for the rest of...
If you have work to do, don't wait to feel like it; set to work and you will feel like it.
Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.
Poems ought to reflect the the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.
He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.
We spent our lives making livings.
I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add...
I frequently feel I'm being taken advantage of merely because I'm asked to do the work I'm paid to do.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....