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.

I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

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

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

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.

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

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

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.