We have a system that increasingly taxes work and subsidizes nonwork.

When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.

The expectations of life depend upon diligence the mechanic that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

The sum of wisdom is that time is never lost that is devoted to work.