There are times in life when the most comfortable thing is to do nothing at all. Things happen to you and you just let them happen.

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep.

Is there not too much tension in the world at present, and might it not be better if more people were slackers?

This storm you talk of . . .t will be such a one, my son, as the world has not seen before. There will be no safety by arms, no help from authority, no answer in science. It will rage till every flower of culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in a vast chaos.

Laziness in doing stupid things can be a great virtue.

And I believe that the Binomial Theorem and a Bach Fugue are, in the long run, more important than all the battles of history.

There are times in life when the most comfortable thing is to do nothing at all. Things happen to you and you just let them happen.