Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

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

Labor is no disgrace.

The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.

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

Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.

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

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

Hang work! I wish that all the year were holiday; I am sure that Indolence—indefeasible Indolence—is the true state of man.

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

God sells us all things at the price of labor.

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