Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.

This wasted time I have found by constant experience to be as indispensable as sleep. It cannot be employed in reading, nor even in thinking upon any serious subject. It must be wasted on trifles-doing nothing. The string of the bow must be slackened, and the bow itself laid aside.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Expect poison from the standing water.

It is because artists do not practise, patrons do not patronize, crowds do not assemble to reverently worship the great work of Doing Nothing, that the world has lost its philosophy and even failed to invent a new religion.

Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

But sometimes I think that idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them-their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.

Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments.

Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.

No man is so methodical as a complete idler, and none so scrupulous in measuring out his time as he whose time is worth nothing.