If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend the first six of them sharpening my axe.

If you ask me to cut down a tree I'll spend the first four hours sharpening the axe.

Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I’ll spend the first four sharpening the axe.” — Abraham Lincoln

So if you are the big tree, we are the small axe. Ready to cut you down, to cut you down.

I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please!

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

There was an exhausted woodcutter who kept wasting time and energy chopping wood with a blunt ax because he did not have the time, he said, to stop and sharpen the blade.

With six pieces of wood, I’m building a life, and my coffin.

If a craftsman wants to do good work, he must first sharpen his tools.

The businessman said, “I believe that if you spend six months outdoors chopping wood, digging in the soil, reading the Bible, and fishing in the deep lakes you will become a new man.

If you put your hand in my pocket, you’ll drag back six inches of bloody stump.

My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression,

By this axe I rule!

The axe forgets; the tree remembers