I thought I was lazy, but I am a steam engine compared
to a Constantinople dog.
I am no lazier now than I was forty years ago, but that
is because I reached the limit forty years ago. You can't go beyond possibility.
Honest poverty and a conscience torpid through virtuous
inaction are more to me than corner lots and praise.
Illustration from HARPER'S MAGAZINE, Feb. 1912
Photo from the Dave Thomson collection
I don't think there ever was a lazy man in this world. Every
man has some sort of gift, and he prizes that gift beyond all others. He may
be a professional billiard-player, or a Paderewski, or a poet--I don't care
what it is. But whatever it is, he takes a native delight in exploiting that
gift, and you will find it is difficult to beguile him away from it. Well,
there are thousands of other interests occupying other men, but those interests
don't appeal to the special tastes of the billiard champion or Paderewski.
They are set down, therefore, as too lazy to do that or do this--to do, in
short what they have no taste or inclination to do. In that sense, then I
am phenomenally lazy. But when it comes to writing a book--I am not lazy.
My family find it difficult to dig me out of my chair.
- quoted in Sydney Morning Herald, 9/17/1895
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