O man you are busy working for the world and the world is busy trying to turn you out.
Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
Those who cannot work with their hearts achieve but a hollow, half-hearted success that breeds bitterness all around.
When you see validation for a life’s work and dedication, it’s a beautiful day.
The work of a financial analyst falls somewhere in the middle between that of a mathematician and of an orator.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and that is its whole secret.
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
It’s better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing, than a long life spent in a miserable way.
If we really want something done, it is best to do it ourselves.
I like to work fast. I despise not having the right tool or, worse, knowing I have it but not being able to find it. It’s a pointless delay that wrecks my pace – and mood.
The best part of making a list is, you guessed it, crossing things off.
I began furiously making lists, and more lists, until I was making lists of lists . . .
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.
Every rejection is incremental payment on your dues that in some way will be translated back into your work.
Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus.
Creativity is a work ethic.
What do you call a person who is happy on Monday??? Retired.
Do your know why birds sing in the mornings??? Because they don’t have to go to fuc*ing work.
Sometimes even the devil on my shoulder asks: “What the fu*k are you doing?”
Monday hates you too.