Why, man of idleness, labor has rocked you in the cradle, and nourished your pampered life without it, the woven silk and the wool upon your bank would be in the shepherd's fold. For the meanest thing that ministers to human want, save the air of heaven, man is indebted to toil and even the air, in God's wise ordination, is breathed with labor.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin