We have too many people who live without working, and we have altogether too many who work without living.
All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster's eye, will work wrong, work unhappily for themselves and you.
Concentration is my motto—first honesty, then industry, then concentration.
There is no truer and more abiding happiness than the knowledge that one is free to go on doing, day by day, the best work one can do, in the kind one likes best, and that this work is absorbed by a steady market and thus supports one's own life. Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he wants to do.
A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
All one's work might have been better done; but this is the sort of reflection a worker must put aside courageously if he doesn't mean every one of his conceptions to remain for ever a private vision, an evanescent reverie.
All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work. Work is not a curse; it is the prerogative of intelligence, the only means to manhood, and the measure of civilization.
The greatest asset of any nation is the spirit of its people, and the greatest danger that can menace any nation is the breakdown of that spirit—the will to win and the courage to work.
There are at all times in America about a million men who are without work because they are not able to work, unwilling to take the work offered them or don't want to work. They go to an office or factory seeking work, but secretly hoping and praying that they will not be able to get it.
I never did anything worth doing by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident.
Not alone to know, but to act according to thy knowledge, is thy destination, proclaims the voice of thy inmost soul. Not for indolent contemplation and study of thyself, nor for brooding over emotions of piety—no, for action was existence given thee; thy actions, and thy actions alone, determine thy worth.
He who would really benefit mankind must reach them through their work.
Man must work. That is certain as the sun. But he may work grudgingly or he may work gratefully; he may work as a man, or he may work as a machine. There is no work so rude, that he may not exalt it; no work so impassive, that he may not breathe a soul into it; no work so dull that he may not enliven it.
He was in love with his work, and he felt the enthusiasm for it which nothing but the work we can do well inspires in us.
Folks who never do any more thar they get paid for, never get paid for any more than they do.
I believe in work, hard work and long hours of work. Men do not break down from overwork, but from worry and dissipation.
Work is as much a necessity to man as eating and sleeping.—Even those who do nothing that can be called work still imagine they are doing something.—The world has not a man who is an idler in his own eyes.
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
Give me love and work—these two only.
A nation's welfare depends on its ability to master the world; that on its power of work; and that on its power of thought.
The force, the mass of character, mind, heart or soul that a man can put into any work, is the most important factor in that work.
We are coming to see that there should be no stifling of Labor by Capital, or of Capital by Labor; and also that there should be no stifling of Labor by Labor, or of Capital by Capital.
I believe in the inherent right of every citizen to employment at a living wage and I pledge my support to whatever measures I may deem necessary for inaugurating self-liquidating public works ... to provide employment for all surplus labor at all times.
The moment a man can really do his work, he becomes speechless about it; all words are idle to him; all theories. Does a bird need to theorize about building its nest, or boast of it when built? All good work is essentially done that way; without hesitation; without difficulty; without boasting.
The man who does not work for the love of work but only for money is not likely to make money nor to find much fun in life.
If a man love the labor of any trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the Gods have called him.