I got some bad ideas in my head.
Anything that doesn't make sense, I don't want to give too much of my brain to.
Yes, think what a lot of nonsense one can figure out with plenty of time. Brooding is the mother of ineffectiveness.
Worrying is as futile as boredom, but harder work.
That's all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don't have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out - so far out you can't follow them all the way to the end.
In real life wishing, divorced from willing, is sterile and begets nothing.
Insecurity is such a waste of time.
Thinking doesn't pay. Just makes you discontented with what you see around you.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
The man whose whole activity is diverted to inner meditation becomes insensible to all his surroundings. His passions are mere appearances, being sterile. They are dissipated in futile imaginings, producing nothing external to themselves.
