I am a friend of the workingman, and I would rather be his friend than be one.

Sick, irritated, and the prey to a thousand discomforts, I go on with my labor like a true workingman, who, with sleeves rolled up, in the sweat of his brow, beats away at his anvil, not caring whether it rains or blows, hails or thunders.

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

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can’t think of anything else to do.

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

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.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.