Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

I'm not final because I'm right, I'm right because I'm final.

Half as sober as a judge.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading; I cannot sit and think. Books think for me. - Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),