Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.

Man must be doing something, or fancy that he is doing something, for in him throbs the creative impulse; the mere basker in the sunshine is not a natural, but an abnormal man.

Eight hours for work, eight hours for sleep, eight hours for what we will.

Every man is worth just so much as the things he busies himself with.

It is shameful and inhuman to treat men like chattels to make money by, or to regard them merely as so much muscle or physical power.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

A human being must have occupation, if he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.

Labor disgraces no man; unfortunately, you occasionally find men who disgrace labor.

You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.

It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.

Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.

In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: they must be fit for it; they must not do too much of it; and they must have a sense of success in it.

The workers are the saviors of society, the redeemers of the race.