Did nothing in particular and did it very well. — W. S. Gilbert
Did nothing in particular and did it very well. — W. S. Gilbert
Did nothing in particular and did it very well. — W. S. Gilbert
Did nothing in particular and did it very well. — W. S. Gilbert
Did nothing in particular and did it very well. — W. S. Gilbert
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Did nothing in particular and did it very well.

— W. S. Gilbert
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In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagi — Toni Morrison, Sula
An idle genius is an oxymoron. — James Thornton
Even if you can’t dance, you can shake your body. Even if you can’t sing, you can make some noise. — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues. — Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks
Wedged as we are between two eternities of idleness, there is no excuse for being idle now. — Anthony Burgess, Little Wilson and Big God: The First Part of the Confession
Idling of our elders is called business; the idling of boys, though quite like it, is punished by those same elders, and — Augustine of Hippo, Confessions
According to his habit, Theodore Roosevelt sought to harness anxiety through action. — Doris Kearns Goodwin, The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and the Golden Age of Journalism
Before you are much older...you will have policemen here to stay. A magistrate will be next. Then perhaps even a jail. A — Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley
If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the rest; and if you can do with a little, as — Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
Idleness never always means not doing anything at all, for everybody does something each moment of time! It is however a — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Boredom was at the root of Lazare's unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the mu — Émile Zola, The Joy of Life
The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expecta — Vladimir Nabokov, Mary