If you rest, you rust.
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My Life in Three Acts (1990) Ch. 19Helen Hayes
Time's corrosive dewdrop eats
The giant warrior to a crust
Of earth in earth and rust in rust.Francis Turner Palgrave
Hitler is a monster of wickedness, insatiable in his lust for blood and plunder. Not content with having all Europe under his heel, or else terrorised into various forms of abject submission, he must now carry his work of butchery and desolation among the vast multitudes of Russia and of Asia. The terrible military machine - which we and the rest of the civilised world so foolishly, so supinely, so insensately allowed the Nazi gangsters to build up year by year from almost nothing - cannot stand idle lest it rust or fall to pieces. ... So now this bloodthirsty guttersnipe must launch his mechanized armies upon new fields of slaughter, pillage and devastation.
Winston Churchill
Solitude may rust your words.
Anais Nin
Idleness makes the Wit rust.
Thomas (writer) Fuller
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars,
“Rest, rest, and rest again.”Walter de la Mare
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