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The Empire was not built by those people that used the whole day to do nothing.

Uh-th guards! Here's the thing, guys...-ka chop Off his head - parasite...

It is difficult to feed one inactive person, it is even harder to feed a whole family, but hardest to contain the army conducting the idle.

Doing nothing is a thing contradictory.
In homeopathic doses - can not be beat; in industrial scale - though a wolf howl.
Don't believe? Try for a month to lock yourself in a room without a computer, half a ton of books or constantly updated inventory of alcohol and check it out for yourself. Should go to sleep for the week ahead, and a constant presence in the four walls begins in the most natural way to boil the brain.

The sun rose, its life-giving warmth spilled across the meadow, piercing through the looming trees, even in the dark, damp walls of the cave sparkle with the sun's glare. It was one of those days when I fell lazy hugs the ground and have no strength to resist her, only one thing - indulge in the intoxicating bliss of idleness.
The sun came up, spreading its warmth through the trees and into the cave. It was one of those days that beguiles a man into lying around and doing nothing.

Success starts with doing nothing.
Says the one who nothing else does.

The swamp of my Idleness framed water lilies Small Virtues.

No life slacker.

- A shame. The boys laughed at...
- And the wind is kicking no shame?

Inspiration is a neurotic condition, which is necessary for the idler to have something to do.

... and I'm not lazy, just on my way going road works.

The forge was repaired two shovels. They looked the same. One of them remained standing in the corner of the barn. Her life was easier than the life of another shovel, the farmer the next morning, loaded on a cart and brought to the field. There she became beautiful and shiny. When both spades met again in the barn, they looked at each other. One that is not used in the case, was covered with rust. With envy she looked at the brilliant friend:
- Tell me how you became so beautiful? Because I was so good in silence of the barn to stand in his corner.
Is doing nothing you hurt, and I was beautiful from labor.

People do not respect someone whose intemperate language gives his talkative nature. A slacker who talks a lot, like a dog that barks all night. Oneself people to the heart inflicts a wound, but his head is likely to bring disaster.