God sells us all things at the price of labor.

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

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

Sick, irritated, and the prey to a thousand discomforts, I go on with my labor like a true workingman, who, with sleeves rolled up, in the sweat of his brow, beats away at his anvil, not caring whether it rains or blows, hails or thunders.

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

Every man is worth just so much as the things he busies himself with.

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

A human being must have occupation, if he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.