Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?

Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity.

It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean upon.

What sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which every one else is reading.

The gain isn't counted to the recluse and inactive that, having nothing to measure themselves by and never being tested by failure, they simmer and soak perpetually in conscious complacency.

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.