A champion of the working man has never yet been known to die of overwork.
A dog that barks much is never a good hunter.
A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works. Not only his own thoughts, but the thoughts of the men of past ages guide his hands; and, as part of the human race, he creates. If we work thus we shall be men, and our days will be happy and eventful.
A man grows most tired while standing still.
A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
A man must drive his energy, not be driven by it.
A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby. The man is now a man.
A new breed of Americans born out of the social movements of the 60s and grown into a majority in the 70s holds a set of values so markedly different from the traditional outlook that they promise to transform the character of work in America in the 80s.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.
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.
A woman's work is never done, especially the part she asks her husband to do.
A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations.
After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life.
After love, the most sacred gift you can give is your labor.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and Jill a wealthy widow.
Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity. In what we call art, it's one of the most desirable characteristics of a piece of work.
Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at the moment.
Anything that comes easy, comes wrong.
As American productivity, once the exuberant engine of national wealth, has dipped to an embarrassingly uncompetitive low, Americans have shaken their heads: the country's old work ethic is dead.