The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverted from the principle subject; the reader is weary, he suspects not why; and at last throws away the book, which he has too diligently studied.
No man likes to live under the eye of perpetual disapprobation.
By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
Grief is a species of idleness.
Perhaps man is the only being that can properly be called idle.
He that would be superior to external influences must first become superior to his own passions.