He who cannot read is worse than deaf and blind, is yet but half alive, is still-born.
Henry David ThoreauThis was sheer idleness to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but if the birds and flowers had tried me by their standard, I should not have been found wanting. A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true. The natural day is very calm, and will hardly reprove his indolence.
Henry David Thoreau