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I had a divorce to pay for, frankly.
I believe that this instinct to perpetuate useless work is, at bottom, simply a fear of the mob. The mob (the thought runs) are such low animals that they would be dangerous if they had leisure; it is safer to keep them too busy to think.
... we wise grown ups here at the company go gliding in and out all day long, scaring each other at our desks and cubicles and water coolers and trying to evade the people who frighten us. We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, change our partners and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
Work's more fun than fun.
The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.
Mankind's worst enemy is fear of work.
Every day's a perfect gift of time for us to use. Hours waiting to be filled in any way we choose. Each morning brings a quiet hope that rises with the sun. Each evening brings the sweet content that comes with work well done.
Lincoln's stepmother probably did not teach him very much, but she kindled his mind and encouraged him. He did the work and put in the hours on his own.
Even a mosquito doesn't get a pat on the back until he's well into his work.
Work is only work if you'd rather be doing something else.