The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.

Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.

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

“Work” does not exist in a nonliterate world. The primitive hunter or fisherman did no work, any more than does the poet, painter, or thinker of today. Where the whole man is involved there is no work.

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

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.

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

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

Labor is no disgrace.

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.

Man is a tool-using animal. Nowhere do you find him without tools; without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.

To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world, the most difficult and the most intellectual.

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