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    Valor, gradually overpowered by the delicious poison of sloth,
    grows torpid.
    [Lat., Blandoque veneno
    Desidiae virtus paullatim evicta senescit.]

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I live an idle burden to the ground.

I live an idle burden to the ground.

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Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness - the read more

Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness - the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.

by George Macdonald Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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I was raised to feel that doing nothing was a sin. I had to
learn to do nothing.

I was raised to feel that doing nothing was a sin. I had to
learn to do nothing.

by Jenny Joseph Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

by Benjamin Franklin Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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Purity of mind and idleness are incompatible

Purity of mind and idleness are incompatible

by Mahatma Gandhi Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.

Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.

by Jean Paul Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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What heart can think, or tongue express,
The harm that groweth of idleness?

What heart can think, or tongue express,
The harm that groweth of idleness?

by John Heywood Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.

The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.

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Their only labour was to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe,
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Their only labour was to kill the time;
And labour dire it is, and weary woe,
They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme,
Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.

by James Thomson (1) Found in: Idleness Quotes,
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