Where there is most labour there is not always most life.

Every man's task is his life-preserver.

It is the privilege of any human work which is well done to invest the doer with a certain haughtiness.

The life of labor does not make men, but drudges.

We put our love where we have put our labor.

To the worker, God himself lends aid.

Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.

One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours.

At the working man's house hunger looks in, but dares not enter.

The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.