I have heard him assert, that a tavern chair was the throne of human felicity

A tavern chair is the throne of human felicity.

The mind is never satisfied with the objects immediately before it, but is always breaking away from the present moment, and losing itself in schemes of future felicity... The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

There is no private house in which people can enjoy themselves so well as at a capital tavern... No, Sir; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.

"I am," I said To no one there And no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still

I have always considered it as treason against the great republic of human nature, to make any man's virtues the means of deceiving him.