“In a society where the prevailing ideal is material gain and where physical labor is studiously avoided as wholly inadequate to the realization of that ideal, my reference to the dignity of human toil may invite the charge of sentimentalism. Let me anticipate the rebuke and hasten to explain that I do not mean primarily the kind of industrialized labor which is nothing more than enslavement to a machine, work that degrades the worker and saps his vitality. That kind of labor, common and unskilled, is basic in our economy. Those who do it for us should have our sympathy and understanding, as well as an adequate reward. But my reference is to toil of another kind, to physical labor that is modestly creative and independently productive; work that activates the bones and sinews and that at the end of the day, week, or month yields something for the worker to behold as entirely his own creation. Man needs such toil for the good of his body and mind as much as he needs good food and the passionate lyricism of a Mozart; and the more he divorces himself from it, the greater will be his estrangement from life and the millions of workers who toil in his behalf.”