Idleness is like the nightmare in that the moment you begin to stir yourself you shake it off.
Idleness is heart, there will immediately arise weariness, gloom, sadness, fretfulness, vexation, despair.
Idleness is master of all the passions, even the violent passions of ambition and love... she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.
Idleness is by no means a root of evil... on the contrary, it is truly a divine life, if one is not bored.
Idleness is in the closest proximity to all virtue. The idle man is always a better man than the active : But when I speak of idleness, you do not think I am alluding to you, do you, you sluggards.
Idleness is a pleasure, to busy oneself with trifles, to begin a hundred things and not finish one of them, to change one's plan every moment: N short, to fritter away the whole day inconsequentially and incoherently, and to follow nothing but the whim of the moment.