The wise rest at least as hard as they work.

A maid’s love for her own children often forces her to pretend to love her employer’s children.

Selling your time is slightly better than selling your body.

Our jobs determine what we deem more important: a painter is likely to claim that he or she would rather be deaf than be blind, whereas a singer is likely to claim the opposite.

If growing up means not seeing one’s family and friends on the regular—all in the name of paying the bills, then growing up is overrated.

It is only if the primary or only reason you do what you do is to make money that you will envy every random person who made or makes a lot of money (or money that exceeds what you made or make).

In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.

In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.

If heaven really exists: then heaven is the job, hell is unemployment, while life is merely an interview.