Art is man's expression of his joy in labor.

For as labor cannot produce without the use of land, the denial of the equal right to the use of land is necessarily the denial of the labor to its own produce.

The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of Number

The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

Poorly paid labor is inefficient labor, the world over

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.