If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.
If one looks at the world without prejudice but with an eye to maximizing freedom, the major coercive institution is not the state, it's work.
The only thing "free" about so-called free time is that it doesn't cost the boss anything. Free time is mostly devoted to getting ready for work, going to work, returning from work, and recovering from work.
You are what you do. If you do boring, stupid, monotonous work, chances are you'll end up boring, stupid, and monotonous.
For certain purposes it's not too misleading to call our system democracy or capitalism or -- better still -- industrialism, but its real names are factory fascism and office oligarchy. Anybody who says these people are "free" is lying or stupid.
In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: they must be fit for it; they must not do too much of it; and they must have a sense of success in it.
The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature in her manner of operation.
One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.
Wasted time is the time spent at work, the only purpose of which is earn enough to enable one to buy rest, consumption and entertainments -- a daily passivity manufactured and controlled by capitalism.
Boredom -- not crime or disease or drugs -- may be the greatest threat to life that we confront. It destroys our motivation, energy, creativity, and spontaneity and leaves in its wake spiritless, listless individuals whose minds are on hold -- workplace zombies.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
To be natural is such a difficult pose to keep up.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
A man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of life getting his living.
Try and live your life the way you wish other people would live theirs.