Nothing can be created out of nothing.
We are all born into the world with nothing. Everything we acquire after that is profit.
Nothing has any power over me other than that which I give it through conscious thoughts.
How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
The finest command of language is often shown by saying nothing.
Nothing endures but change.
The utmost extent of man's knowledge, is to know that he knows nothing.
I used to believe that anything was better than nothing. Now I know that sometimes nothing is better.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away into non-existence.
Nothing happens until something moves.
Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear out but clothes, To keep one from going nude.
Believing nothing does whilst there remained anything else to be done. [Lat., Nil actum credens, dum quid superesset agendum.]
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements. [Lat., Haud igitur redit ad Nihilum res ulla, sed omnes Discidio redeunt in corpora materiai.]
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from. [Lat., Nil igitur fieri de nilo posse putandum es Semine quando opus est rebus.]
Nothing's new, and nothing's true, and nothing matters.
Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into nothing. [Lat., Gigni De nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti.]
Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race (of busybodies) hurtful to itself and most hateful to all others. [Lat., Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens. Sibi molesta, et aliis odiosissima.]
It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.
They laboriously do nothing. [Lat., Operose nihil agunt.]
Madam, you have bereft me of all words. Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers As, after some oration fairly spoke By a beloved prince, there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased multitude, Where every something being blent together Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy Expressed and not expressed.
It is better to have a little than nothing.
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.