Jean-Jacques Rousseau
- I love idleness.
I love idleness. I love to busy myself about trifles, to begin a hundred things and not finish one of them, to come and go as my fancy bids me, to change my plan every moment, to follow a fly in all its circlings, to try and uproot a rock to see what is underneath, eagerly begin on a ten years' task and to give it up after ten minutes: in short to fritter away the whole day inconsequentially and incoherently, and to follow nothing but the whim of the moment.
