The Moment Man Cuts Himself Off From

Talk Happiness. The World Is Sad Enough Without Your Woe.

No Matter How Humble Your Work May Seem, Do It In The Spirit Of An Artist, Of A Master. In This Way You Lift It Out Of Commonness And Rob It Of What Would Otherwise Be Drudgery.

How True It Is That, If We Are Cheerful And Contented, All Nature Smiles, The Air Seems More Balmy, The Sky Clearer, The Earth Has A Brighter Green... The Flowers Are More Fragrant... And The Sun, Moon, And Stars All Appear More Beautiful, And Seem To Rejoice With Us.

What We Do For A Living Does Not Matter As Much As How We Do It.

When You Finish A Thing You Ought To Be Able To Say To Yourself: 'there, I Am Willing To Stand For That Piece Of Work. It Is Not Pretty Well Done; It Is Done As Well As I Can Do It; Done To A Complete Finish. I Will Stand For That. I Am Willing To Be Judged By It.'