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

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.

Labor disgraces no man; unfortunately, you occasionally find men who disgrace labor.

“Work” does not exist in a nonliterate world. The primitive hunter or fisherman did no work, any more than does the poet, painter, or thinker of today. Where the whole man is involved there is no work.

It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.

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

It is shameful and inhuman to treat men like chattels to make money by, or to regard them merely as so much muscle or physical power.

God sells us all things at the price of labor.