Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

Men rattle their chains-to manifest their freedom.

Extremely foolish advice is likely to be uttered by those who are looking at the laboring vessel from the land.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Infinite toil would not enable you to sweep away a mist; but by ascending a little you may often look over it altogether.

It has been said with some meaning that if men would but rest in silence, they might always hear the music of the spheres.

Almost all human affairs are tedious. Everything is too long. Visits, dinners, concerts, plays, speeches, pleadings, essays, sermons, are too long. Pleasure and business labor equally under this defect, or, as I should rather say, this fatal super-abundance.