I could never hate anyone I knew
Who first invented work and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down
It a pun is a pistol let off at the ear not a feather to tickle the intellect.
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it
How a sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself He is his own exclusive object. Supreme selfishness is inculcated in him as his only duty,
For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print... substitute drunken dog, ragged head, seld-shaven, odd-eyed, stuttering, or any other epithet which truly and properly belongs to the gentleman in question.
I have had playmates, I have had companions In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I could never hate anyone I knew.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
My motto is Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
Borrowers of books --those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it.
My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space and yet nothing troubles me less
Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space and yet nothing troubles me less.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.