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

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

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.

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.

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.

It is shameful and inhuman to treat men like chattels to make money by, or to regard them merely as so much muscle or physical power.

God sells us all things at the price of labor.