[I]I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass[/I]
Walt Whitman
[I]No one seems to know[/I]
[I]How useful it is to be useless[/I]
Chuang Tzu
The quotations you posted remind me of her. Here’s one I love:
[U]The Old Poets of China[/U] by Mary Oliver
Wherever I am, the busyness of the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.