I don't even like to sleep - I feel as if there's too much to do.
We live in a time-crunched world, and just about everything we do seems to be urgent.
The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter, and you can't but help think back to the year that was, and then hopefully looking forward to the year that is approaching.
Busyness is the unrivaled archenemy of spiritual authenticity.
I won't mention the word tired. This is the 20th century and I can go around a little faster.
I don't relax. I sit down and contemplate all the energetic things I should do.
'Crazy-busy' is a great armor, it's a great way for numbing. What a lot of us do is that we stay so busy, and so out in front of our life, that the truth of how we're feeling and what we really need can't catch up with us.
What would it be like if, right in the midst of this busyness, we were to consciously take our hands off the controls? What if we were to intentionally stop our mental computations and our rushing around and, for a minute or two, simply pause and notice our inner experience?
Doing something unimportant well does not make it important.
Many people who pretend to be very busy have the least to do.
The less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it in.
I don't like idle time.
Sloth is most often evidenced in busyness ... in frantic running around, trying to be everything to everyone, and then having no time to listen or pray, no time to become the person who is doing these things.
When the fire of prayer goes out, the barrenness of busyness takes over.
I've never been someone who's very prone to boredom. I don't know, boredom seems like something you should grow out of at about 15 or 16. There's so much that needs to be done.
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you employed.
I could do great things, if I weren't so busy doing little things.
I begin to think, that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Man was made for action and for bustle too, I believe.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
the less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.
Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Every day there comes a moment when a person lays his hands in his lap and all his busyness collapses like ashes. The work accomplished is, from the soul's point of view, entirely imaginary.
Work is a great blotter up. It stops you thinking, which is useful. No, it stops you feeling.
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
I have something more to do than to feel.
