Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.
Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron.
Bodies which contain a greater proportion of water than is necessary to balance the other elements, are speedily corrupted, and lose their virtues and properties.
I never drink water; that is the stuff that rusts pipes.
My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.
If you rest, you rust.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.
Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.