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As the sun shines I will make hayTo keep failure at bayFor there remaineth a payFor my honest toil each day.

Work is easy when it__ full of meaning and shared with others.

There are things you should never give up on like your convictions and ambitions but most importantly_you should never give up on you. Keep making those sacrifices, keep running that race, keep advancing beyond your struggles to your eventual goal. You will deeply value your triumphs, if they__e not handed to you. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is worth having or attaining without labor and toil. So when you__e in your darkest hour and the road seems endless, no matter what, never ever give up on you_because only you will see you through. ~Jason Versey

As a people we practiced excess. Excess in everything - pleasure, gaudy display, endless toil, and death. Vagrant children slept in the alleys. Ragpicking was a profession. A conspicuously self-satisfied class of new wealth and weak intellect was all aglitter in a setting of mass misery.

Don't be discouraged when your life boils hot. With just a little more toil, you'll reap from the soil. More oil to your elbows. Stay awake and make it happen!

Success doesn__ come with ease. As a matter of fact, the darkest lie you may have been told is that you will reap in abundance when you have sowed nothing. It is a big lie!

When you patiently examine the beautiful skin of the leopard after it__ hard day's search for the meat it enjoys, you shall not only see the sweat that went into its search for the meat, but you shall also realize the scent of the sweat beneath the beautiful skin.

The destiny of a man is determined by his daily action, God won't allow you go anywhere, if you don't make an attempt to move.

Do not feel surprise at being schooled amid toil: you are being schooled for a wondrous destiny.

When the fuel is dried up in a vehicle, it stops driving automatically. You are a vehicle in the spiritual and the physical world, so you need some oil for alacrity, in order to get to your destination. The greater the quantity of your oil, the more you cover the distance, and the more you cover the distance, the closer you get to your success.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Success is likened to a deep pit, you have to jump in to get it, then you'll need a ladder of grace to climb out to enjoy it.

We are all the fruits of pleasure's toil.

Passion is the driving element of purpose. When one is possessed with it, labor is not perceived as toil - it is revealed as love.

If human pleasure did not have both a lid and a time limit, we would not bestir ourselves to do things that were not pleasurable, such as toiling for our subsistence. And then we would not survive. By the same token, should our mass mind ever become discontented with the restricted pleasures doled out by nature, as well as disgruntled over the lack of restrictions on pain, we would omit the mandates of survival from our lives out of a stratospherically acerbic indignation. And then we would not reproduce. As a species, we do not shout into the sky, __he pleasures of this world are not enough for us._ In fact, they are just enough to drive us on like oxen pulling a cart full of our calves, which in their turn will put on the yoke. As inordinately evolved beings, though, we can postulate that it will not always be this way. __ time will come,_ we say to ourselves, __hen we will unmake this world in which we are battered between long burden and brief delight, and will live in pleasure for all our days._ The belief in the possibility of long-lasting, high-flown pleasures is a deceptive but adaptive flimflam. It seems that nature did not make us to feel too good for too long, which would be no good for the survival of the species, but only to feel good enough for long enough to keep us from complaining that we do not feel good all the time.

Opportunities do not come in fancy wrappers; only toffees do which give just temporary contentment. Toil to unwrap the real one, covered in hardships.

If we had to earn our age by thinking for ourselves at least once a year, only a handful of people would reach adulthood.

It is as difficult for most poor people to truly believe that they could someday escape poverty as it is for most wealthy people to truly believe that their wealth could someday escape them.