It has become an article of the creed of modern morality that all labour is good in itself -- a convenient belief to those who live on the labour of others. But as to those on whom they live, I recommend them not to take it on trust, but to look into the matter a little deeper.

Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!

What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?

Give me love and work - these two only.

Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.

To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

And the deeds that ye do upon this earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.