The frivolous work of polished idleness. - Sir James Mackintosh,

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.

It is right to be contented with what we have, never with what we are.

Maxims are the condensed good sense of nations.

There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.

Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe, They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.