Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed read more

Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.

What does labor want? We want more schoolhouses and less jails; more books and less arsenals; more learning and less read more

What does labor want? We want more schoolhouses and less jails; more books and less arsenals; more learning and less vice; more leisure and less greed; more justice and less revenge; in fact, more of the opportunities to cultivate our better natures,

Excellence in any department can be attained only by the labor of a lifetime; it is not to be purchased read more

Excellence in any department can be attained only by the labor of a lifetime; it is not to be purchased at a lesser price.

There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those
who take the credit. Try to read more

There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those
who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less
competition there.

Labor is man's greatest function. He is nothing, he can do nothing, he can achieve nothing, he can fulfill nothing, read more

Labor is man's greatest function. He is nothing, he can do nothing, he can achieve nothing, he can fulfill nothing, without working.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
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With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread.