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.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

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

In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: they must be fit for it; they must not do too much of it; and they must have a sense of success in it.

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.

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

Labor is no disgrace.