When you’re around me and really see that all I do is live and breathe for my work, it’s not strange, it’s just Gaga.
When we are working at a difficult task and strive after a good thing, we are fighting a righteous battle, the direct reward of which is that we are kept from much evil.
When Earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, when the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, we shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it – lie down for an aeon or two, till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
True Work is the necessity of poor humanity’s earthly condition. The dignity is in leisure. Besides, 99 hundredths of all the work done in the world is either foolish and unnecessary, or harmful and wicked.
There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don’t have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular job.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle.