Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
It's true hard work never killed anybody, but I figure, why take the chance?
I like the word "indolence." It makes my laziness seem classy.
The idle man does not know what it is to enjoy rest.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
You may delay, but time will not.
I'm lazy. But it's the lazy people who invented the wheel and the bicycle because they didn't like walking or carrying things.
The idle man does not know what it is to enjoy rest, for he has not earned it.
I suspect guys who say, "I just send out for a sandwich for lunch," as lazy men trying to impress me.
Whenever there is a hard job to be done I assign it to a lazy man; he is sure to find an easy way of doing it.
Stealing is a lazy man's way. Something for nothing, leaves you hell to pay.
Climbing is the lazy man's way to enlightenment. It forces you to pay attention, because if you don't, you won't succeed, which is minor - or you may get hurt, which is major. Instead of years of meditation, you have this activity that forces you to relax and monitor your breathing and tread that line between living and dying. When you climb, you always are confronted with the edge. Hey, if it was just like climbing a ladder, we all would have quit a long time ago.
I am a lazy man. Laziness keeps me from believing that enlightenment demands effort, discipline, strict diet, non-smoking, and other evidences of virtue. There is a paradise in and around you right now, and to be there you don't even have to make a move. There is nothing you need to do first in order to be enlightened. All potential experiences are within you already. You can open up to them at any time.
Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.
Tomorrow is the only day in the year that appeals to a lazy man.
Progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things.
Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.
I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself.
Procrastination is a lazy man's apology.
Contrary to popular opinion, my dad was not a lazy man. He was not lazy at all, for instance, when it came to Going Places In His Truck. He was also very industrious about Preparing To Go Camping. And if something really interested him, he would work on it all day.
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