reaping the fruits
“Such a yummy mix of words!” Thalia reads the first sentence from Tuck Everlasting. “The first week of Auuuuh-gust hangs at the very top of summer, the t-ohhhhp of the live-long year —”
Cal jumps in the line. “… like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.”
Nia’s pupils sparkle and her smile calypsos. “Sounds like writing. How sweet it is.”
You must be prepared to work always without applause.
The highest reward for a person’s toil is not what they get for it, but what they become by it.