Work and play are words used to describe the same thing under differing conditions.

Work is nothing but the slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great images in whose presence [His Or Her] heart first opened.

Work is life, you know, and without it, there's nothing but fear and insecurity.

Even the woodpecker owes its success to the fact that he used his head.

If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I'd spend six sharpening my ax.

Intellectual ''work'' is misnamed; it is a pleasure, a dissipation, and is its own highest reward.

The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded on the spirituality of work.

Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.

There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.

Work is a four letter word!