There is nothing worse than an idle hour, with no occupation offering. People who have many such hours are simply animals waiting docilely for death. We all come to that state soon or late. It is the curse of senility.

Perhaps man is the only being that can properly be called idle.

Purity of mind and idleness are incompatible.

Democracy divides people into workers and loafers. It makes no provision for those who have no time to work.

Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labor wears, while the used key is always bright.

The hardest work of all is to do nothing.

Sloth makes all things difficult, but industry, all things easy. He that rises late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night, while laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.

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

Millions are idle, but it's comforting to know that most of them have jobs.

Shun idleness is the rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.