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.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

Labor is no disgrace.

I hate the present modes of living and getting a living. Farming and shopkeeping and working at a trade or profession are all odious to me. I should relish getting my living in a simple, primitive fashion.

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

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

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.