An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.
Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.
A half-truth is usually less than half of that.
I like the word "indolence." It makes my laziness seem classy.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Laziness has many disguises. Soon "winter doldrums" will become "spring fever."