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

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

God sells us all things at the price of labor.

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

Labor is no disgrace.

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.

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

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