Nobody minds work if he likes the kind of work.
There'd be no loafers in the world if each man found the thing that he could do best; but the only work I happen to want to do is useless--so I have to give it up.

To-morrow I'll be a day-laborer." "What is it like--exactly ?" "I get up at six," he said.

"I have a lunch-basket to carry with me, which is aristocratic and no advantage.

The other workmen have tin buckets, and tin buckets are better.

I leave the house at six-thirty, and I'm at work in my overalls at seven.