Don’t overact the story of your name. Overact the story of your work.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

My name can’t be that tough to pronounce!

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

There is spontaneity to my work.

Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert.

I like working. That’s when I’m feeling my best. And the people around me know that. My wife knows that.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.

Despite all our gains in technology, product innovation and world markets, most people are not thriving in the organizations they work for.

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

The miracle is not that we do this work, but that we are happy to do it.

Individuality is founded in feeling; and the recesses of feeling, the darker, blinder strata of character, are the only places in the world in which we catch real fact in the making, and directly perceive how events happen, and how work is actually done.

My share of the work may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious.

Well, I thought the deal was, when you went to work for the government you weren’t supposed to make money!

We’re going to have to work. We’re going to have to play well. Nothing will be given to us.

People who don’t like my work say that the connections seem too arbitrary. But that’s how life is.

I only live in my music, and I have scarcely begun one thing when I start on another. As I am now working, I am often engaged on three or four things at the same time.

Life is better when people are working, happy, and spending money.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.

Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

If all you’re doing is grinding for the man, it’s going to burden you. Once you say, ‚Hey, I’m grinding for the man, but I’m putting money away, and this is part of my exit strategy,‘ you’re working for you.

Men cannot not live by exchanging articles, but producing them. They live by work not trade.

I worked at the Steel Company Of Wales when I was 17. My job was to supply tools to the guys working the blast furnaces.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

My work as an artist is completely separate from my work as a philanthropist.

If I could have worked from the time I was born until I was 18 and never had to work again, I would have done it.

I’ve been pleased to work with so many wonderful stars through the years. This has been an amazing journey. I hope it continues.

A man who has no office to go, to I don’t care who he is, is a trial of which you can have no conception.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Work is a necessary evil to be avoided.

It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it. One must work at it.

From infancy, I have relied on the fiercely sweet spirits of black men; and this is abundantly clear in my work.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

This desk of mine is one at which a man may die, but from which he cannot resign.

A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune’s inequality exhibits under this sun.

And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with Me, to give every man according as his work shall be. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.

Bob Marley isn’t my name. I don’t even know my name yet.

In my studio, it is unkempt and unattractive. Once I’m in my work, I don’t notice where I am.

What I like to do is try to make a difference with the work I do.

Work is making a living out of being bored.

Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all.

We had to go on and do the work of the court and we did.

A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

People tried to change my concept of what music is. That music is work, but it’s not like that.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I’m only really alive when I’m writing.

I do some kind of work, whether writing or painting or recording, on a daily basis. And it’s so essential that when I’m involved in the actual process, my so-called ‚real life‘ becomes almost incidental, which becomes worrying.

My experience has been that work is almost the best way to pull oneself out of the depths.

Far and away the best prize that life has to offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.

If I went to work in a factory the first thing I’d do is join a union.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

If you get an opportunity to work with David Simon, anybody with good taste would.

I only want my work to make people happy.

I wanted to tell the story of Luong Ung, who’s a dear friend of mine.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.