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

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

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

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

Hang work! I wish that all the year were holiday; I am sure that Indolence—indefeasible Indolence—is the true state of man.

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

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.

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