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.

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.

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

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

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

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

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.