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

One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day, nor drink for eight hours a day, nor make love for eight hours.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

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

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

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.

The most fitting occupation for a civilized man is to do nothing.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.