"Nothing is so injurious," said Dr.Marshall Hall, "as unoccupied time." An archbishop of Mayence used to say that "the human heart is like a millstone: if you put wheat under it, it grinds the wheat into flour; if you put no wheat, it grinds on, but then 'tis itself it wears away." Indolence is usually full of excuses; and the sluggard, though unwilling to work, is often an active sophist.

"There is a lion in the path;" or "The hill is hard to climb;" or "There is no use trying--I have tried, and failed, and cannot do it." To the sophistries of such an excuser, Sir Samuel Romilly once wrote to a young man:--"My attack upon your indolence, loss of time, &c., was most serious, and I really think that it can be to nothing but your habitual want of exertion that can be ascribed your using such curious arguments as you do in your defence.
Your theory is this: Every man does all the good that he can.

If a particular individual does no good, it is a proof that he is incapable of doing it.

That you don't write proves that you can't; and your want of inclination demonstrates your want of talents.

What an admirable system!--and what beneficial effects would it be attended with, if it were but universally received!" It has been truly said, that to desire to possess, without being burdened with the trouble of acquiring, is as much a sign of weakness, as to recognise that everything worth having is only to be got by paying its price, is the prime secret of practical strength.