In verity we are the poor. This humanity we would claim for ourselves >>
The American, if he has a spark of national feeling, will be humiliate >>
In violence we forget who we are. >>
Work is the curse of the drinking class. >>
Get the job done. >>
Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert. >>
Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished, or if it does, as in the case of the tilled field, this product of human activity requires still more labor, incessant, tireless labor, to maintain its identity as a work of man.