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A man’s labour is not only his capital but his life. When it passes it returns never more. To utilise it, to prevent its wasteful squandering, to enable the poor man to bank it up for use hereafter, this surely is one of the most urgent tasks before civilisation.
A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune’s inequality exhibits under this sun.
When we’re unemployed, we’re called lazy; when the whites are unemployed it’s called a depression.
To be idle and to be poor have always been reproaches, and therefore every man endeavours with his utmost care to hide his poverty from others, and his idleness from himself.
We believe that if men have the talent to invent new machines that put men out of work, they have the talent to put those men back to work.
The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.
Not only our future economic soundness but the very soundness of our democratic institutions depends on the determination of our government to give employment to idle men.
I don’t pity any man who does hard work worth doing; I admire him. I pity the creature who does not work, at whichever end of the social scale he may regard himself as being.
A man who has no office to go to — I don’t care who he is — is a trial of which you can have no conception.
He didn’t riot. He got on his bike and looked for work.