Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionably brutified. Hawthorne.American Note-Books, August 12, 1841.
No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil! Lowell.A Glance Behind the Curtain, Line 202.
Labor is rest,from the sorrows that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill. Frances S. Osgood.Laborare est Orare.