Yesterday was my last day at work. My coworkers were so sad they all pitched in and bought me a one-way ticket to Seattle, and a bottle of cyanide in case I get thirsty.
What we call creative work, ought not to be called work at all, because it isn't. I imagine that Thomas Edison never did a day's work in his last fifty years.
At books, or work, or healthy play,
Let all my years be passed;
That I may give for every day
A good account at last.
Your Day Is Your Life
Arbeit ist oft die einzige Erholung von der Last des Daseins.
Last words are only words.
The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.