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.

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.

I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

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

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.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

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

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

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

A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can’t think of anything else to do.

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.