A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life is wasted on the living.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
Capital is reckless of the health or length of life of the laborer, unless under compulsion from society.
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
Labour may be a burden and a chastisement, but it is also an honour and a glory. Without it, nothing can be accomplished.
A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the 'why' for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any 'how.'
A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. There will be sleeping enough in the grave.
The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?
A man's prime interest in life must be his work.
No man, who continues to add something to the material, intellectual and moral well-being of the place in which he lives, is left long without proper reward.