I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
You cannot give me too much work; to accumulate work has almost become a passion with me: my study is so full of it now, that there is hardly an inch of room for any more.

I shall have to throw out a wing soon.
And I am careful of my work, too.

Why, some of the work that I have by me now has been in my possession for years and years, and there isn't a finger-mark on it.

I take a great pride in my work; I take it down now and then and dust it.

No man keeps his work in a better state of preservation than I do.
But, though I crave for work, I still like to be fair.