If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.
Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.
I became a beach bum.
People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.
A Bradypus or Sloth am I, / I live a life of ease, / Contented not to do or die / But idle as I please.
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
