Work has raised the man and it also taught him to aim higher.

Man – a piece of living clay, swinging between flight and tears.

Must not lose you, must not lose eachother, I am telling you. You look at me with restraint, a kind of sadness, as if you know beforehand that tomorrow, or even today, walking together will no longer be possible, you and I – reason and man.

What is the price of a man's like? Up or down? they asked...

If earth were full of food and if it would provide comfortable shelter to all of us, work would be a term to be explained in school in order to discover its rare meaning.

Work has taught me that I have the right to wait, to ask more from the existence.