You're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend.

What are our natural principles but principles of custom?

Apart from Jesus Christ, we do not know what is our life, nor our death, nor God, nor ourselves.

To find recreation in amusements is not happiness; for this joy springs from alien and extrinsic sources, and is therefore dependent upon and subject to interruption by a thousand accidents, which may minister inevitable affliction.

All our troubles come from not being able to be alone.

There are some who speak well and write badly. For the place and the audience warm them, and draw from their minds more than they think of without that warmth.

Meanings receive their dignity from words instead of giving it to them.