Work and Recreation
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tiny.ag/2ohv3gf8 · submitted 1997
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, in Success and Failure and Work and Recreation
tiny.ag/fdy85ooy · submitted 1997
A lot of fellows nowadays have a B.A., M.D., or Ph.D. Unfortunately, they don't have a J.O.B.
tiny.ag/1j7y2lxu · submitted 1997
If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
tiny.ag/5rylx71v · submitted 1997
Efficiency is intelligent laziness.
tiny.ag/8d5pktgj · submitted 1997
A continuing flow of paper is sufficient to continue the flow of paper.
Dyer, Dyer's Law, in Work and Recreation
tiny.ag/5gcdbjbx · submitted 1997
Genius is one per cent inspiration and ninety-nine per cent perspiration.
tiny.ag/oqpuijzx · submitted 1997
Hell, there are no rules here -- we're trying to accomplish something.
tiny.ag/mgtvsjqa · submitted 1997
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Thomas Alva Edison, in Success and Failure and Work and Recreation
tiny.ag/0adqbc8f · submitted 1997
Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.
tiny.ag/veiyrnvp · submitted 1997
Try to relax and enjoy the crisis.
Ashleigh Brilliant, Brilliant Thoughts (copyright info: www.ashleighbrilliant.com), in Work and Recreation
tiny.ag/8dojvkdg · submitted 1997
Too much credit is given to the end result. The true lesson is in the struggle that takes place between the dream and reality. That struggle is a thing called life!
tiny.ag/nyqgzd3d · submitted 1997
There's no real need to do housework -- after four years it doesn't get any worse.
tiny.ag/q0iwme1d · submitted 1997
Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen, even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind.
tiny.ag/gfpih4lb · submitted 1997
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
tiny.ag/npf5ywfi · submitted 1997
He that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools.
tiny.ag/ijspqkhd · submitted 1997
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
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