Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

The best augury of a man’s success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

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

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

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.

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

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.