“How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.” DreamSleepVainGentleToilLimbsDeitiesDewReposeInvokePow Author:John Armstrong
“Most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall.” MenGivingDreamEyeWorkSunWallHotPrisonBentToilBrazenPrison Walls Book:Dover Beach and Other Poems Source: Dover Beach and Other Poems
“I'm sure everyone feels sorry for the individual who has fallen by the wayside or who can't keep up in our competitive society, but my own compassion goes beyond that to those millions of unsung men and women, who get up every morning, send the kids to school, go to work, try to keep up the payments on their house, pay exorbitant taxes to make possible compassion for the less fortunate, and as a result have to sacrifice many of their own desires and dreams and hopes. Government owes them something better than always finding a new way to make them share the fruit of their toils with others.” MenWayFeelsTryingDreamGovernmentKidsSchoolDesireHouseIndividualMy OwnResultsPayCompassionMorningMillionsSacrificeShareTaxesFindingsMen And WomenFruitSorryGet UpFortunateFallenEvery MorningNew WaysToilPaymentSomething BetterLess Fortunate Author:Ronald Reagan
“A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world. [...] Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such positiveness that the world is extremely large and that suffering and toil are the companions and fellow warriors not only of Cretan, but of every man. [...] That by means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song.” MenWorldMindMeanMatterMomentsDreamSufferingSongEffortKnownFellowsEvery ManWarriorCompanionTransformedToilAstonishingEphemeralPortalPositiveness Author:Nikos Kazantzakis
“This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of the cradle we forget how soundly we had been slumbering, and how delightful were our dreams. Toil and pleasure contend for us almost the instant we rise from it: and weariness follows whichever has carried us away. We stop awhile, look around us, wonder to find we have completed the circle of existence, fold our arms, and fall asleep again.” LooksDreamLightFallForgetPleasureExistenceWonderArmsCirclesInstantToilDelightfulOur DreamsOblivionFoldsCradleParts Of LifeInfancyWeariness Book:Pericles and Aspasia Source: Pericles and Aspasia
“Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams.” MenDreamMightWindKingsEvery ManDawnToilSighBeam Author:Clinton Scollard